I descended the Mount of Olives. The road we were walking led to Jerusalem, Via Dolorosa, and eventually the cross. As I looked around, I realized that there was a cemetery on one side and Gethsemane on the other side. Graves and gardens.
The betrayal at Gethsemane turned a garden into a grave. Yet three days later, Jesus’ resurrection turned that grave into a garden.
Jesus, thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for stumbling up that road to the cross, bearing my sin and shame, that one day I might walk freely down those same streets. Thank you for turning graves into gardens.