Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. “Could you men not keep watch with me for one hour?” he asked Peter.
“Gethsemane” means “oil press” –a place of olive trees treasured for the fine oil delivered from their fruit.
On this Thursday night the pressure is turned up high on the disciples, not just on Jesus.
The disciples are expected, indeed commanded, to keep watch alongside the Master, to be filled with prayer, to avoid the temptation thrown at them at every turn.
But they fail pressure testing and fall apart. Like them, we are easily lulled by complacency, by our over-indulged satiety for material comforts that do not truly fill hunger or quench thirst, by our expectation that being called a disciple of Jesus is enough.
It is not enough. We fail the pressure test as well.
We sleep through His anguish.
We dream, oblivious, while He sweats blood.
We deny we know Him when pressed.
Incredibly -He loves us anyway.
So, like the disciples who walked alongside Him, tonight I’m reminded to deliver my best under pressure:
to remain watchful,
to be faithful under stress,
to stay awake praying
when I’m needed most.