Jesus too, being human, was formed within a culture and a religious system. On the cross he came to the limits of his own understanding, but, deeper than his understanding, was the silent presence which never left him; the presence he called Abba, Daddy. In the end, when all else had failed him and his resources were completely gone, all he could do was surrender and commit himself to the God who was closer than breathing.
To surrender to the constant presence of God and consent to God's action in me is what is required of me also. This IS the way of the cross.
So Lent ends. Not so much a time of penance as a time of reminding ourselves of the limits of most of what we trust and most of what we assume. Lent has been a call to consent: to recognise that we are not as self sufficient or as self determined as we fondly wish to imagine; to stop looking for answers in all that stuff, and instead, give permission to the Holy Spirit to lead us where God decides and to do with us what God wills.
Father. Into your hands I commend my spirit.