Thursday night, the Garden of Gethsemane, 33 AD: "My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death." (Mk 14:34) – And I was lying in bed at night, 2000 years later, assaulted by flashbacks, tormented by terror; and He took my hands, and He said: "In this world you will have trouble. But take heart. I have overcome the world. (Jn 16:33) May I give you My power to overcome?" And I said yes and He knelt down in front of me and He placed one of His hands on my back and one of His hands on my heart and I saw Him kneeling by my bed and kneeling in Gethsemane at the same time and He was drawing every fear out of me into Himself as He was sweating and fighting and praying "My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will." (Mt 26:39) And I was aware of the fears He was fighting His way through, all the fears I knew so well, He knew so well, and I wanted to comfort Him, to wipe the tears and the sweat from His face, but I was just staring and listening and feeling the terror leave me, and He said "You can find a common denominator for every fear of yours and of mine." And I knew He had taken my every fear upon Himself, and He gave me His peace.