Gethsemani   — March 27

“Ah, Gethsemani, my favorite garden, my place of prayer. A garden that my disciples have also grown to love as a place to rest, to pray, to decide. This will be the last time I come. I will soon know the crush of the olive press. I will miss your fragrance, your gnarled trunks, your rocks. In my great need, let me agonize upon my favorite rock. Support me as I pray: “Abba! If it is possible, let this cup pass me by. But not as I will. Let your will be mine.”