“Then one of the Twelve – the one called Judas Iscariot – went to the chief priests and asked, “What are you willing to give me if I deliver him (Jesus) over to you?” So they counted out for him thirty pieces of silver. From then on Judas watched for an opportunity to hand him over.”
An innocent man, whose only guilt was loving others while remaining obedient to His Father in Heaven…
I try to put myself there that day over 2000 years ago, but I can’t begin to comprehend the magnitude of what Jesus was about to endure. Could they not see and feel the love and kindness that he had in his heart for God and all of mankind? What was it about this man that threatened those who didn’t just want him dead, but wanted to shame and torture him on a wooden cross until his last breath had come?
But Jesus knew this day was coming. He knew it from the moment he was born that this was his destiny, this was God’s plan for him. But Jesus was also a human, and although sinless, he experienced human emotions like every other human. He felt pain and sadness. He expressed anger on occasion, and he also felt love, kindness, and compassion.
Despite all this, Jesus accepted what awaited.
“While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and elders of the people. Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: “The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.” Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed him.
“Jesus replied, “Do what you came for, friend.” Then the men stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him.” ~ Matthew 26: 47-50
Although my mind struggles to comprehend what that day must have been like, I was there. I was the one who he called friend, and told me to do what I came to do. I kissed him, betraying him. I was the one who apprehended him. I was the one who cut down the tree and made the cross for him to hang on. I was the one who put the crown of thorns on his head, drove the spikes into his hands and feet, and the one who raised the cross up high for all to see. I was the one who stuck the spear into the side of his lifeless body at the end. I was the one who celebrated the death of the only man who truly loved me unconditionally.
I was there. I killed him.
God have mercy on me today, a sinner who is undeserving of the pardon that was given me that day for all the wrong that I have done in my life.
Thank you, Jesus. Please forgive me.
Former Blackout Artist 