Betrayed … shouts out from the roofs, the hill tops and vales today.
Betrayed with a kiss for 30 pieces of silver. Open, upfront pre-meditated, caving into confusion. Misled. Then despair. 30 pieces betrayal price and then burial price.
Betrayed – let’s not stick around to see what happens. Let’s flee. Then in guilt and shame they meet again; strength in numbers and strengthened in Spirit they go out. Then they make things happen.
Betrayed – One stayed close but the coals were too hot: ‘I know not the man’. Fear confusion … an unplanned fall. Then weeping, remorse and gathering of resolve. Never again to fall.
Betrayed – self righteous arrogance, fearing a change in status quo points to a ‘blasphemer’. Then smug satisfaction at having ‘saved’ the nation.
Betrayed – a conscience niggles, this man is innocent. Then expediency prevails – washing of hands. I won’t do it – do it yourself. A good man caves in. Archetypal politician. He could have stopped it.
Betrayed – miracles, healing, words of wisdom and saving grace – yet no one springs to his defence. Did they return to Him? The Books are silent.
Friend, disciple, leader, high priest, ruler, beneficiary of uncountable grace – I see myself in all of them. But I have the benefit of hindsight – of a Resurrection, a Pentecost and a 2000+year old faith. Despite this …. it continues ….
Betrayed – unless I take the road less travelled; The road, the Way of the Cross.