Once more, Jesus returns to His disciples, but no longer to look for sympathy, or to bid them watch and pray. The time for such warnings is now past: the crisis, |the hour| is come, and His speech is sad and solemn. |Sleep on now and take your rest, it is enough.| Had the sentence stopped there, none would ever have proposed to treat it as a question, |Do ye now sleep on and take your rest?| It would plainly have meant, |Since ye refuse My counsel and will none on My reproof, I strive no further to arouse the torpid will, the inert conscience, the inadequate affection. Your resistance prevails against My warning.|
But critics fail to reconcile this with what follows, |Arise, let us be going.| They fail through supposing that words of intense emotion must be interpreted like a syllogism or a lawyer's parchment.
|For My part, sleep on; but your sleep is now to be rudely broken: take your rest so far as respect for your Master would have kept you watchful; but the traitor is at hand to break such repose, let him not find you ignobly slumbering. Arise, he is at hand that doth betray Me.'|
This is not sarcasm, which taunts and wounds. But there is a lofty and profound irony in the contrast between their attitude and their circumstances, their sleep and the eagerness of the traitor.
And so they lost the most noble opportunity ever given to mortals, not through blank indifference nor unbelief, but by allowing the flesh to overcome the spirit. And thus do multitudes lose heaven, sleeping until the golden hours are gone, and He who said, |Sleep on now,| says, |He that is unrighteous, let him be unrighteous still.|
Remembering that defilement was far more urgent than pain in our Savior's agony, how sad is the meaning of the words, |the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners,| and even of |the sinners,| the representatives of all the evil from which He had kept Himself unspotted.
The one perfect flower of humanity is thrown by treachery into the polluted and polluting grasp of wickedness in its many forms; the traitor delivers Him to hirelings; the hirelings to hypocrites; the hypocrites to an unjust and skeptical pagan judge; the judge to his brutal soldiery; who expose him to all that malice can wreak upon the most sensitive organization, or ingratitude upon the most tender heart.
At every stage an outrage. Every outrage an appeal to the indignation of Him who held them in the hollow of His hand. Surely it may well be said, Consider Him who endured such contradiction; and endured it from sinners against Himself.