Hungary on my heart

This summer, if the Lord wills, I'm going to Hungary.


To my future Hungarian friend(s), I pray that we have a good time together. I'm glad that things will unfold the way they were always meant to. Though we've never met, you're like a good friend to me. I pray that both of our hearts are prepared and that we will sharpen one another as iron sharpens iron.

My friends will be praying for me - that I will be able to overcome any spiritual warfare. God is totally going to provide for this trip.

Whatever you're doing right now, I hope you are safe and enjoying yourself.

Image taken (without permission) from biega.com.

not mine, but Yours

Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done. Luke 22:42

The story of Gethsemane is a well-known one. Jesus, in a moment perhaps showing his moment of greatest human frailty, prostrates himself in prayer asking that he would not have to do what was about to happen - his own crucifixion.

Yesterday, I was wondering to myself about the mystery of this confession. Jesus, the God-man, being terrified of physical death. It reminded me of how human he was, and how he took zero short-cuts to bring us redemption. No smaller sacrifice would do to bring salvation to the complete depravity of mankind.

So he submitted himself to a Will that was greater than what his flesh desired. Does the fear of physical torment make him any less divine? Does supreme knowledge deaden our senses? Does the prospect of immunization make getting pricked by a needle any less dreadful?

Dying to ourselves is never an easy thing. Repeating the prayer of Jesus, "Not my will, but yours," is the killing of what we desire to fulfill a greater destiny. I guess that's why Jesus also said, before he was crucified:

“Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me." Mark 16:24 (NIV)

And yet, we continue to wrestle. We continue to fail. We continue to let our desires get in the way of following God's will for our lives.

Thank God that Jesus was able to do it for us, providing the grace we need to get back on our feet. When we are unwilling to say: "Not my will, but Yours." When we can't deny ourselves. I know that I fall so short of this.

But there comes a point when we just get tired of falling on our faces, getting muddied up, bruising our knees, and out-of-joint. That's when we realize it's thanks to Jesus that we can still go to God and say: "Not my, but Your Will be done."



In close, I just want to share this awesome description of Jesus, from Paul's letter to the Philippians:

Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing
by taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
by becoming obedient to death—
even death on a cross!
Philippians 2:6-8


Note on Paintings: (1) Hands in Gethsemane, artist unknown. (2) Christ in Gethsemane, by Michael D. O'Brien.