Clothed in a garment of heaviness and extremely sorrowful unto death, he that taught men to be of good cheer bore a heavy heart in Gethsemane. He asked to be left alone knowing well that his sojourn shall be unaided. His fate was decided and the freewill he once had was yielded the very moment he became flesh and dwelt among men. It was all dark and gloomy; his friends least understood what chalice he was predestined to drink from and like a shy groom, he suffered incurably from nervous sweating. Much more than that, his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the unsung soils at the foot of the Mount of Olives.
In the briefest of moments, the destiny of humanity was decided on a cold silent eve in Jerusalem. A time in history and a period in the memoir of existence; a few words of prayer resounded from a broken spirit and a contrite heart. Unfeigned words which paved the way for a long awaited consummation at Golgotha. In utmost simplicity, he desired nothing less and he asked for nothing more; the fulfillment and express manifestation of the Father's will. He withdrew from his brethren and departed apart. He said the same words time and time again, '...not my will, but thy will be done'. Though an angel came strengthening him, he was terrified and embittered by his unsought fate. His agony intensified and he prayed more earnestly practicing that which he had taught. That which is to this end, ‘men ought always to pray, and not to faint’.