TUESDAY, MARCH 31, 2015
by Lynelle Mason
excerpt from Judas:
I led a group of Temple guards, members of the Sanhedrim and around 100 Roman soldiers to Jesus. We were armed with torches and clubs like we were about to rescue a hardened criminal.
Jesus met us straight on, and I planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Judas,” said Jesus, do you betray the Son of God with a kiss?”
At that precise moment I saw myself for who I really was. Those words of Jesus began slowly winding themselves into my heart. Then they picked up speed and intensity. The words were on constant replay and I couldn’t drown them out.
I followed to see what would happen to Jesus. But the moment Jesus admitted he was the Son of God I knew his fate and mine were doomed. I ran back to the Temple, threw down the thirty pieces of silver, and went out and took my life.
It was night.
There is some of Jesus in each of us. When we don’t have the answer to personal, perplexing problems, we run from our problems rather than face them. Cheap religion can always be bought and lost.