[SIZE=2][IMG]http://maxlucado.com//img/spacer.gif[/IMG][/SIZE][B][SIZE=2]The Sufferings of [/SIZE][/B]
[B][SIZE=2]His Broken Heart[/SIZE][/B]
[I][SIZE=2]by Max Lucado[/SIZE][/I]
[SIZE=2]Go with me for a moment to witness what was perhaps the foggiest night in history. The scene is very simple; you’ll recognize it quickly. A grove of twisted olive trees. Ground cluttered with large rocks. A low stone fence. A dark, dark night.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Now, look into the picture. Look closely through the shadowy foliage. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]See that person? See that solitary figure? What’s he doing? Flat on the ground. Face stained with dirt and tears. Fists pounding the hard earth. Eyes wide with a stupor of fear. Hair matted with salty sweat. Is that blood on his forehead?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]That’s Jesus. Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Maybe you’ve seen the classic portrait of Christ in the garden. Kneeling...