The hour had come for our Savior YAHSHUA to be sacrificed on that Passover Day. Nothing more important was in His mind than that of fulfilling the purpose for which He had come to earth for thirty-three years. His ministry was coming to an end. It was going to be completed at His death and resurrection during the week He was arrested, or gave Himself up. After a time spent with His disciples instructing and comforting them, He proceeded to the Gethsemane Garden, the place where He would express the beginning of the anguish He was to experience for many hours before His ultimate death. In the midst of all the preparations for the coming Passover, people were indifferent to that particular One, not knowing that the true Passover Lamb- the One carrying the true meaning of that feast, was going to once and for all close that chapter of slaughtering animals for the forgiveness of men’s sins. When the time came, He headed for Jerusalem amidst the disciples not understanding the reason for Him wanting to go there. For a long time the Jewish authorities wanted to kill him; they tried several times, but He escaped every time for that hour had not yet come.