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The Risen Christ (Ebook Shorts)
The Risen Christ (Ebook Shorts)
The Risen Christ (Ebook Shorts)
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The Risen Christ (Ebook Shorts)

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Evangelical pastor and leader harmonizes the gospels and adds historical research to tell the story of the death and resurrection of Jesus. This is a selection from Anderson's Jesus: An Intimate Portrait of the Man, His Land, and His People.
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Release dateFeb 15, 2012
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Leith Anderson

Leith Anderson serves as president of the National Association of Evangelicals. For thirty-five years he was the pastor of Wooddale Church in Eden Prairie, Minnesota. He is a graduate of both Denver Seminary and Fuller Theological Seminary.  Anderson is the author of more than 20 books.

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    The Risen Christ (Ebook Shorts) - Leith Anderson

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    Chapter One

    Gethsemane was a comfortable and familiar place, holding a myriad of good memories. Jesus and his disciples had been there so often that every tree and path must have been familiar. When they had been there during daylight hours, Jerusalem gleamed like a celestial city with all its whitewashed houses and the magnificent temple on the western horizon. At night the city could appear almost mystical with the flickering of oil lanterns in the windows. It was especially beautiful at sunset with the smoke from cooking fires turning the sun’s rays into a rainbow of oranges, yellows, and reds.

    But this was not a night for joy. Those old trees for which Mount Olivet was named would witness anguish and tyranny before the night was over. That Thursday night would become a moral preview of the physical destruction of the garden and all the olive trees in AD 70 when the soldiers of Titus would cut down every one of them.

    †Gethsemane means oil press, and that is where the garden got its name. Olives were gathered in baskets and transported to a shallow rock cistern and then crushed with a large upright millstone.

    Sit here while I go over there and pray, Jesus told his disciples as he pointed toward his place of prayer in an abandoned oil press.† They had spent several hours together there on Tuesday afternoon. Pray that you won’t cave in to temptation.

    Peter, Jesus said, you and the Zebedee brothers come with me. The four of them walked the path to the oil press. During the short walk, a dark cloud of sorrow and trouble fell over Jesus like a sudden storm on Galilee’s lake. Jesus said, My soul is so sad that I feel like I’m going to die! Of course this was absolutely frightening to his friends—he was dying before their eyes, but it was not like other deaths they had seen. It was almost as if he were being crushed to death by a massive but unseen spiritual mountain. Forcing himself to go on, he told the three to stay there and stay alert.

    †Abba was the Aramaic name that children called their fathers, similar to Daddy. It was an unusual and particularly intimate term for Jesus to use. Interestingly, the term carried over into the Greek-language worship of early Christians.

    Jesus went a short distance and collapsed onto his knees in a position for prayer. He painfully said to God, Abba, Father, you can do absolutely anything.† Take this cup of suffering and death away from me. Yet it’s not what I want, but what you want.

    Supernatural forces were colliding. Jesus dreaded the horrific death coming the next day. He knew that God was his Father and had ultimate divine powers. The anticipation of the cup of death was already taking him down. How could he endure all that was coming? He pleaded with his Father for a way out. Others had received miracles to meet their needs, and now he prayed for a miracle to meet his need.

    Jesus must have known the answer—no—before he asked. God’s will was for him to die on Friday, and Jesus, the Son of God, was committed to doing the will of his Father. The agony of all this was horribly wrenching, and the divine response was to send an angel—not an angel to call off the suffering, but an angel to give him strength. With the renewed physical and spiritual strength the angel provided, Jesus prayed even more earnestly and passionately. Sweat dripped off him like drops of blood pouring to the ground.

    Jesus stood up and went back to his disciples, yearning for the company and support of his dearest friends. Despite all their misunderstanding of him and his message, along with too many moments of selfishness, they were the ones who were closest to him, and he loved them deeply. He wanted their help. Instead of finding them praying for him, he found them sleeping. One further blow to a man who was already down and dying. Jesus looked at Peter with sadness as he asked them all, Are you asleep? Could you not keep your eyes open for just an hour? No one answered—maybe just one woke up enough to hear him say, Stay awake and pray so that you will not slip into temptation. The spirit may be willing, but the body is weak.

    Jesus went back to his place of prayer, his heart heavy with grief. The ground was still damp from tears and sweat. He knelt a second time and prayed the same request: My Father, if you still say I have to drink this cup of agony, I’ll do what you want. It was a statement with an implied question. And the answer was still no. This wasn’t going to be called off.

    Seeking their support, he returned again to his friends. They had been there for him in the past. They had as recently as their supper together declared their love loud and long. Judas the betrayer was gone, the loyal eleven remained, but his closest were asleep again. Jesus turned around and returned to pray. Same prayer. Same answer.

    Jesus returned to his disciples and commented, Are you still sleeping? But there was no condemnation in his voice. Their rest was over. The garden was about to become a battlefield. Wake up. It’s almost time. They’re coming for me, he announced. "Get up! Let’s go! Here

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