The garden is a tranquil place, still, serene, suitable for spending time in quiet reflection and prayer. It’s name, Gethsemane, means “oil press”, appropriate for the purpose of the site, but even more so for the ordeal about to take place here, and the pressure it represents. Jesus has come to pray.
Jesus has been brought back before the Kangaroo Court, er, that is the Sanhedrin. Since the trial took place at night under dubious circumstances at best, and a sentence could not be legally pronounced at night, the Sanhedrin has reconvened at the crack of dawn. There is certainly no question of the outcome. As quickly as possible, the council goes through the motions and Jesus is taken away bound, literally, for an appearance before the Roman authorities.
Mary Magdalene reaches a group of the disciples and, seeing Peter, begins to babble.
“They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him.”
While still trying to make herself clear, the other women begin to arrive and add to the confusion.
“… angels at the tomb …”
“He is risen.”
“… he will meet you at Galilee.”
The men look askance at the women as if they had lost their minds. Incoherent nonsense. But Peter takes off running toward the tomb.
Jesus lived as a man and walked among us. He ate, slept, prayed, wept and faced death. He was human. But he is also the Son of God who came to earth expressly to face that death for us, so that we would not have to.