Go to dark Gethsemane,

All who feell the tempter's power;

Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour;

Turn not from his griefs away;

Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

The Journey Begins....

In the darkness, a cool wind rustles through your cloak. Your pace quickens. As you reach the summit of the Mount of Olives, a breath-taking view of the city of Jerusalem opens before you. The full moon sparkles over the city of David, and the Jewish temple, rebuilt by Herod's father, rises majestically in the foreground. Far in the distance you catch a glimpse of Herod's palace. You can't locate the praetorium, the governor's mansion, but you'll be there soon enough: Your bed is waiting for you there. Your employer, Pontius Pilate, sent you out on a last minute errand, and now that it's over you just want to get back and get some sleep.

Descending the mount, you pass by a low stone wall that surrounds a small garden: Gethsemane, "the olive-press", which your nose would have told you even if you didn't know Aramaic. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice some furtive movement near the wall. You stop and peer through the shadows. It looks like a young man, obviously trying to stay hidden as he sneaks through the open gate. Curious, you follow cautiously behind, hoping to discover what he's doing out here. Probably some young thief, up to no good. Maybe it would be safer to return to the city, you tell yourself. But something inside urges you to follow.

Finally, the young man stops behind an outcropping of rock. He crouches down and seems to be intent on spying on something or someone.

What will you do?