When I think about God’s grace, I think of God’s great love, a love so unstoppable it breaks through whatever seems to hide it, like sunshine melting away the mist. 

Recently, I read a Bible Lesson from the Christian Science Quarterly on the subject “Sacrament” that focused on God’s grace. Each section included a Bible verse on grace and a biblical narrative illustrating it. One section began, “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16). And the account illustrating this “grace to help in time of need” was of Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane.

My first thought was, Where was any grace in that garden? Sheer agony, it was. Jesus’ sleeping disciples were no help at all. He sweated “as it were great drops of blood” (Luke 22:44), then was arrested and crucified.