I am very somber, and my soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death. I call to three of my friends— Peter, James, and John—and say:
“Sit with me for a moment, for the hour is late and I tire.”
“When all around you seem to be falling apart,” I remind them, “quiet your minds, free yourselves from anxiety. For when your anxiety is greatest within you, my consolation will bring joy to your souls”. I implore them to listen in the stillness of the night, to turn their thoughts to God and cast their anxieties on me, for I care for them; for soon I will go into Gethsemane, for I shall tread this press alone. They sit. And I walk a stone’s throw away.
