This marks the week before Easter. As I read my bible I am sad for Jesus because he knows what he is put on this earth to do and he is troubled.  Anyone can relate to doing something that they do not want to do, but this was much greater than that.  He had to die.  There was not other solution.  I can not imagine what was going through his head.  If it was me, I would be looking for someone to take my place or begging my father to please stop this, this must not happen.  But Jesus was Jesus and he knew that he needed to do exactly as God had wanted. He had walked the earth, lived the life of a sinless man and he was the light to the dark world for a time.  He was preparing his disciples for the event yet I bet they could not even get hold of the big picture.

 But that last time with his disciples was sweet.  He humbly washes the feet of his disciples and share the last meal that he eats before he dies.  If I put myself in the seat of one the disciples, I think that I would be moved to tears that this man, my Savior, was washing my feet.   And I was about to partake in the last supper.  I would find it hard to eat or drink because of the sadness I was feeling.  It would be to much to bear. 

So now, I reflect on this and I pray that my heart feels exactly what the disciples felt that

night . This sets the scene for the week for me.