Thank God, He Didn't.

When Jesus went to his hometown, Nazareth, and spoke in the synagogue, his words inspired such fury that an enraged audience drove him to the edge of a cliff. Their obvious intent was to kill him. Unfortunately for them, but fortunately for us, it wasn't yet his time. He simply slipped right through the midst of them. How then can we help but realize that no man could have prevented him from slipping through the middle of his captors in the Garden, just as he did in Nazareth. He could've saved himself those brutal hours of agony and loosed himself from the cross. But he didn't.

Doesn't that make us thankful that our trust is in no one less that the Son of God? Will not this God who endured the horror of the cross for us also have wise and sovereign plans for our lives? Need we worry for anything when it is clear that our greatest need is already taken care of?
There can be no doubt.