It’s late.

It was Thursday that the Sovereign of the universe was being taken back and forth throughout the night to 6 mock trials. He was handled by men. He was willing.

There was no more rest for Him, for His hour had come. We cannot watch and pray. We cannot understand. We cannot do anything apart from Him – and He was laying down His life.

In glory, He never rests. On earth He took on gravity. This night marked the end of His earthly rest until His body would submit to lifelessness – still and heavy. We did that. He was willing.

It’s late. I will sleep tonight, though – because that night was His hour; that night He rested not; that night He was handled by men; that night He was willing; that night He redeemed me; that night He hinged history and bent it all back to the Garden.

He did it all while we slept.

wake up