Imagine the scene. Christ has just celebrated the Passover Meal with His disciples, and Judas has already slunk into the night. Jesus is only hours from the cross.
The
fear and dread and stress must have been beyond the experience of any man before
or since. He knew, had always known, the horrific ordeal that awaited Him. Not
just the physical torture or emotional devastation, but the spiritual torment
He would endure. His Father would see Him covered in the filth of our sins,
would recoil from Him and forsake Him.
This “dark night of the soul” began for Jesus when He left
the Upper Room, walked down into the Kidron Valley, and then up the slope of
the Mount of Olives to the Garden of Gethsemane. There He would pray in
anguish, the stress so severe that He bled through the pores of His skin. And
there His own disciple would betray Him with a kiss, leading to His arrest,
humiliation, torture, and execution.
So what happened in the moments just before all this began?
He sang. And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.
Matthew 26:30. We even know the song our Savior led His disciples to sing.