Yeshua paused and Gabriel tried to gauge the effect of his words on the disciples. “It´s time to finish here because the Prince of this World is on his way.”
It would be hard to believe. It was important for the disciples to know that Yeshua was not a victim but a volunteer, that every terrible deed, every anguished moment to come would be filled with the voluntary, intentional love of Yeshua for his Father and his Father’s love for the world.
“He has no power over me, but I will submit to him for a time because the world must know that I love the Father and that I am doing exactly what the Father has told me to do.”
There was no reaction from the disciples. It was almost as if they were living these moments in a stupor, a mind-numbing stream of moments accepting everything as it happens. Gabriel didn´t blame them one bit.
“Come now, let us pray and then we will go,” Yeshua said.
Yeshua stood with his disciples and raised his hands and his eyes to heaven and ended the celebration with a prayer. Filled with love for his disciples, he prayed for them to his Father that they would understand and live in the unity of love that he and his Father experienced as their natural ambiance.
“Father, the time has come. Now is the time to show the world who you really are. It will be difficult but it must be done. Your glory, your true nature and character, will be shown for what it is starting this very night. The lies of the Evil One will be silenced once and for all. Then you will give me power over all mankind. Let me give eternal life to all those you have entrusted to me.”
Yeshua paused, deep in communion with his Father. Gabriel watched him in open admiration as he revealed his deep love for his Father.
That is the essence of the matter. That is what eternal life really means, to know, really know, the Father, the only true God, and Yeshua the Maschiach, the Anointed One, whom He has sent.
“I have shown them who you really are and I finished the work that you gave me to do. Now, Father, it is time for you to glorify me with that glory I had with you before ever the world was.”
Gabriel thrilled to the spiritual tremor that filled the room as Yeshua admitted his eternal divinity with the Father before all time. He could sense the disciples’ awe as if they were in the very throne room of Adonai Elohim Almighty, surrounded by the angelic hosts and witnessing the reuniting of two who belonged together, whose love was established before all eternity. And not one of them could move or speak or so much as sigh in the presence of this Holy Communion.
“I have made your name and character known to the men you took from the world to give to me.” Gabriel could see that the disciples felt conspicuous as they were named before the Throne of God.
“Now at last they know the truth that I came from you, and they truly believe that it was You who sent me.”
It was true.
Gabriel looked around the room. From Peter to James and Yochanan to Philip and Andrew and all the rest, all except Judas, they all believed that Yeshua was the Son of the Living God. It would not be until much later that they would realize why this was so important. None of the events that would happen in the next twenty four hours made any sense at all, if Yeshua was not the Son of God. The value of the cross is in the One who would hang upon it in a voluntary sacrifice of love.
“I pray for them,” Yeshua continued. “I have watched over them and not one is lost except the one who chose to be lost, and this was to fulfill the Scriptures. I am not asking you to remove them from the world, but to protect them from the Evil One.”
Gabriel noticed that a few of them shuddered at that prayer. Were they in such dire danger of the Evil One that Yeshua had to make a direct plea on their behalf to the Throne of God? They had no idea.
“I pray not only for these, my friends, but for those also who through their words will believe in me.” The fervor in Yeshua’s voice rose as he expressed his deepest desire for his warrior-church in the years to come. “May they be one, Father, may they be one in us, as You are in me and I am in You, so that the world may believe it was You who sent me.”
As Jesus finished pouring out his heart to his Father, the silence hung in the air for a few moments, like a fragrant aroma, until quietly but firmly, Yeshua’s strong baritone voice began singing the hymns of the Hallel to finish the Passover celebration. And Peter’s deep bass and Yochanan’s tenor and the rough voices of the other disciples joined in with great reverence.
“Yahweh is my strength and my song. He has become my Savior.”
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Footnotes and references included in original manuscript.