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Jesus in Gethsemane

I have been preaching through the gospel account of Mark. As part of my reading, I thought I would read a book that is just focused on the experience of our Lord in Gethsemane. To my surprise I could only find one book on the subject, J H Pickord's Gethsemane. I believe the book is no longer in print. The copy I have was published in 1937. 

It is a series of meditations that look at Jesus' experience in Gethsemane through the lens of suffering, service and love. In general it a very helpful book, well worth hvaing  in the library. However, it was not immediately useful for my purposes which was focused on meditating on in an expository. I found the author wander off too often.

Memorable Quote:
There can be found nothing like a holy contemplation of the sufferings of Christ, to arm us against the tide of our sufferings - to sit not only in the enclosed grounds of Gethsemane, nor in the shadow of the Cross, but to ponder the whole life of Christ in all its peculiar shades of suffering. His was a life of suffering. He entered the world through the gateway of suffering, He lived His entire life on earth in the school of suffering, and He ascended to glory upon the wings of suffering. How He suffer! 
Copyright © Chola Mukanga 2020
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