“Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me…” I have often thought that if you read the whole Bible as one long story then this would be the climax. Jesus is suddenly gripped by doubt and apprehension. All creation holds its breath, “…yet not my will, but yours be done.” Creation relaxes. The battle has been won. Humanity has been saved.
Yes, the agonies of the next day are yet to play out, but they are only the physical aspects of the cross. The real battle was won the night before, in the Garden of Gethsemane.
“Yet not my will, but yours be done” is one of the most powerful statements we can utter. There are many far inferior phrases such as, “your will be done, but in my way”, or “my will be done, but I’ll stick your name on it”.
We don’t go to the place of true sacrifice easily, but when we do, nothing can touch us. ‘Not my will but yours’ is a weapon that Satan has no counter to (2 Cor. 10:4). True sacrifice then is a place of utter freedom. No longer can the world offer us anything, no longer can fears and regret weigh us down. His will be done, and nothing else matters.
As a candidate joining WEC, I have recently come to understand this as never before.
WEC is an organisation of broken people, from broken lives, whom God has patched up just enough to be of service to him. There are no rock stars here, no superstars, and no one who oozes charisma. Yet God has chosen these people to be his partners in his mission, to the very ends of the earth. Why? Because they all said, “not my will, but yours be done.”