As I was praying the Rosary today and meditating on the Sorrowful mysteries, I thought of Jesus in the garden. In agony. Agony. AGONY. I looked that up on dictionary.com (cause it's fast) and here's the definition of agony:
extreme and generally prolonged pain; intense physical or mental suffering
Then I thought, why was He in such agony? So much pain that His sweat was like blood. What could make that happen? What did He know? My thoughts were coming fast now, and I was almost done with the decade..He knew about us! Now! He knew He would have to die for us..and we would not recognize His sacrifice. In fact, we would continue on in our sin as if nothing had ever happened. Yeah, we say we are saved and all that, but we continue in our sin. Then I thought of the millions of abortions, the genocides, the holocausts, our selfishness and greed. He knew. He saw this. No wonder His sweat was drops of blood.
Lord, forgive us. We know not what we do.
Jeremiah 5:21 'Now hear this, O foolish and senseless people, Who have eyes but do not see; Who have ears but do not hear.