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Paul tells the Corinthians about a thorn 2 in Cor 12.

Song … “Trading my Sorrows”

I’m pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned
Struck down but not destroyed
I’m blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure
And his joy’s gonna be my strength

Jesus is made, of His own volition, to wear a crown of thorns – that pierces his skin causing bleeding

Walking with Jesus, the walk of Jesus, the path of a Disciple

Is Thorny

  • It hurts, nags, is problematic

Is protective/defensive

  • Thorns generally defend what they keep from outside attack; what is the threat here? vanity

is sacrificial

  • Jesus allowed this to take place, like he allowed Himself to be taken, allowed Himself to drink “this cup” because the Father asked, for the benefit of us

is Crowning – bringing glory to the Father.

  • From the thorny stem blooms the Rose – Christ is our Rose of Sharon

So discipleship requires a forbearance, an acceptance, a pushing through, a confident hope, a determination to finish the race as a winner – not necessarily with grace/flash

The handicapped kid who runs the race despite his debilities.

Many of us have done this –

  • but do we do it for Christ, do we do it as often as we are called upon,

  • do we do it not merely armed with purpose, but do we do it armed with confidence sustaining knowledge

  • There is a place on this assignment, you can be with Christ … in the garden; get your Rose


  1. I come to the garden alone,
    While the dew is still on the roses,
    And the voice I hear falling on my ear
    The Son of God discloses.

    • Refrain:
      And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
      And He tells me I am His own;
      And the joy we share as we tarry there,
      None other has ever known.
  2. He speaks, and the sound of His voice
    Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
    And the melody that He gave to me
    Within my heart is ringing.
  3. I’d stay in the garden with Him,
    Though the night around me be falling,
    But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
    His voice to me is calling.

In the Garden

I’m Trading My Sorrows