Last week I travelled through the forgotten part of our state, the Arkansas Delta. I passed through a community named, of all things, Gethsemane. Folks there pronounced it “Gessymane,” as in, “He’s from over ‘bout Gessymane.”
Years ago while travelling through I would see homes scattered
around and even two grocery stores. One would see neighbors visiting, children
playing, and machinery serving family farms. Over the years the stores
disappeared, then the homes and people, and then the farm equipment as corporate
farming reduced the work force and equipment required to feed the world. Eventually,
all that was left was a road sign noting “Gethsemane.” On this trip through,
the sign had disappeared.
The Garden of Gethsemane holds deep significance in the
Christian religion as the place where Jesus Christ experienced profound
emotional and spiritual struggle.
It is important in the Christian religion as it represents
anguish, sorrow, resolve, human weakness, but spiritual resolve.
For Christians, Gethsemane serves as a powerful symbol of
prayer, obedience, and perseverance in times of trial.
It dawned on me as I travelled that lonely stretch of
highway, that my America has lost, sadly, the physical reality of Gessymane and
now seems bent on abandoning the spiritual value of Gethsemane.
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