On the night of His death, Jesus prayed something frequently misinterpreted.
As a Jewish person who’d grown up during the Roman occupation, He knew what He had gotten himself into – the manner in which He’d be leaving this world – the beating, blood, the Roman “cat,” and the grand finale that’s been crafted into so many fashionable Christian accessories.
He could have asked God for anything that evening: “Make sure they’re all in a good Bible study.” Or, “help them follow your rules.” Or, “Give them the strength to take a stand and vote as you would,” etc.
Ironically, none of these were on His mind.
This guy’s about to go through hell – literally so – Continue reading Jesus’ Lost Agenda