“Watch and pray.”
Jesus said this to His followers. In the hours leading up to His arrest and trial and crucifixion.
Garden of Gethsemane. Place of excruciating surrender.
“Not my will, but Yours be done.”
“Watch and pray.”
Jesus said this to His followers. In the hours leading up to His arrest and trial and crucifixion.
Garden of Gethsemane. Place of excruciating surrender.
“Not my will, but Yours be done.”
In my tropical childhood, I climbed the front-yard tree. Higher. For solitude. Rest. To simply be. Sitting on knobby branches amid green leaves, pink blossoms.
Hot sun, blue sky. The ocean waves were high and constant at Kuta Beach in Bali that summer of my sophomore year in college.
It was a familiar place. Site of many family vacations. But no longer the empty beach of my childhood.
Tourists flocked there from all over the world. And hotels lined the ocean.