On the night Jesus (the bread of life) was arrested, He went to the Garden of Gethsemane and lied prostrate in prayer, waiting to be taken away.
Even for our Lord, falling to His knees wasn’t enough.
Sometimes even the best of us have to literally lie with faces to the ground, begging for deliverance.
But when we do, something special happens.
First, nothing can get between us and the earth, as we’re as low as possible from a Holy God.
That’s cleansing in and of itself, a type of shaking out of the good from the bad.
Second, our personal Gethsamane, which in Aramaic means “take the wheat,” reminds us of Christ’s words from John 12:24, “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it abides alone, but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”
Christ knew He was facing crucifixion, and that His death alone could feed the world, thus lying prostrate with the earth beneath Him fulfilled prophecy.
Remember, to thresh wheat, they used wooden branches, slamming them against giant stones.
The Holy Cross on which our Lord died was made of wood; the place of death, Golgotha, was a giant rock mound; after breathing His last, He was placed (planted) into a tomb inside the earth.
Tonight our 4 clergy lied prostrate at St. Mark’s, before we all venerated the Cross.
It’s at this service that nothing seems more real than our Lord’s love for those so far beneath Him; He truly was becoming Bread for the world.