The following short story was adapted from the Gospel accounts of Jesus arrest. I wrote it for use in the intro. to my sermon this Sunday.
The familiar smell of the Olive press filled the night air mingled with the faint fragrance of something like a magnolia blossom that rose from our body of the Lord still fresh with the nard poured upon him just a day earlier. The pleasant aroma along with the stillness of the Jerusalem night seemed to sing a lullaby to the heavy hearted disciples making it difficult for them to watch and pray.
The stillness of that night was short lived. The beautiful scents were overtaken by the smolder of torches. The only sound in the Garden had been a prayer cried out by the Lord in groans that words could hardly express. But suddenly there were some 600 men in that grotto, soldiers, priests, Pharisees, Sadducees all led by one man who was very familiar to our Lord, a man from Kerioth named Judas.
Here a mixed multitude stood before the band of disciples, but this multitude was not like the one they were so accustomed to. Large crowds had often pursued Jesus, but never with swords and clubs.
Jesus stood there in perfect peace. Moments earlier the Earth under Him seemed to quake as He prayed so fervently that bloody sweat fell from His brow. But now He was calm. Like the lamb approach by a Sheppard as so many times before, but this time the Sheppard’s face was void of expression, for this time was different. The same Sheppard that had escorted the lamb to green pastures would now lead the lamb to slaughter and the lamb was silent.