Gethsemane means “olive press.”
A place where the fruit of the tree is crushed and squeezed
and the unbearable pressure releases the oil inside.
And as the will of the Father
met the will of the Son,
the unbearable pressure
crushing and squeezing him,
the thorns of our wasteland digging ever deeper,
the sweat of our curse pooling on his skin,
he made his choice and cried,
“Not my will, but yours be done.”
And the oil of the Spirit flowed freely.
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