Jesus kneeled on the ground of that garden, allowing himself to feel the utter depths of fear itself—anxiety so severe it made his sweat ducts bleed—so that there can be no depth of darkness we experience that is outside the reach of his empathy. Can you stomach a Savior who felt fear and stress so intensely he sweat drops of blood? Do your theology and anthropology include an incarnate God who felt anxiety so intense it ruptured his blood vessels?
