The Betrayer
On the night when the teacher washed our feet, later he said "one of you will betray me." My ears burned as I heard myself say "Jesus, surely not me." But I'd already made my deal with the devil, and I'm a guy who follows through.
So I left the Passover table, lost the warmth of that room and those friends forever. The coins sat heavy in my pocket as I lead the bloodthirsty crowd right to him. With every step the weight got heavier. I kissed him, he said "do what you came to do--" (How did he know? Is he really the Lord?) -- and then he used that word: friend.
And the shame of it all was more than I could stand. I flung those coins back at the temple quick as I could, but his blood was still on my hands. No way my buddies would let this go. No way could Jesus love me. I deserve death on a tree. I told you, I'm a guy who follows through.
The Disowner
When my friend said he would wash my filthy feet, I refused, couldn't believe he'd stoop so low. But as he keeps reminding me, there's a lot I don't know. So I let him, and then later that night he surprised me again-- said: "before sunup you'll disown me 3 times." Right then I felt a lump in my throat. I'd rather die than leave him.
It turned out to be the worst night of my life. They took the Lord and they beat him and crucified him. I hid like a coward. And as I was realizing that everything was about to be different, the question came. "Hey, didn't you know him?" "Who me? Nah. Nope." My heart crashed in my chest. Needless to say, it happened again, twice. I hated myself for being so damn inconsistent. Didn't I tell him I'd rather die?
After he was gone, I was devastated. What could we do? We only knew how to fish. One day, we weren't having any luck. We heard someone call out "Friends, have you caught anything?" My buddy caught my eye and I knew-- that was the Lord! No time for "how?" Probably should've been embarrassed for the fool that I am. I just dove into that cool water and swam right to him. Jesus.
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