Arrest…
Another day….
I arrived in the city on the week of the Jewish Passover. I asked around about what this meant…they are celebrating the release from the Egyptian slavery hundreds of years ago…the “Passover” was the angel of death who passed over those who had their doorposts painted with a pure lamb’s blood…otherwise the first born of the other homes died that night…
I guess the Egyptians practically begged the Israelites to leave their country, giving them their wealth as they journeyed out of Egypt…
The Jews have a dinner celebrating the Passover on this day of the week…I was told that Jesus took his disciples into a house which had an upper room for their celebration…apparently he told them of his coming crucifixion, taught them how to celebrate the future without him with a cup of wine and a loaf of bread to remember him by…
He knew that one of his disciples had betrayed him to the religious leaders who were still looking for a way to get rid of him as they feared he would take away their power…( how would you like to have a church leader who has that kind of hatred in their heart?)
The betrayer was Judas who took care of the money for the group..
Another thing that happened in the room was the leader, Jesus washed his disciple’s feet of all things..can you imagine? Washing feet is a servant’s job, even in our culture, not a leader’s…I guess he was showing them servanthood, humility and serving with love…he was not what these people expected of him, a king riding on a kingly horse to conquer the Romans…
All the disciples pledged to follow this Jesus no matter what…
After the dinner, all the men except Judas went to a place called Gethsemane…where they prayed…he told them.”My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, pray with me”…and asking God who he claimed as his father to please save him from what was coming…, but his disciples kept falling asleep.
Then he called them to rise and meet the betrayer …who came with a large armed crowd. Judas kissed Jesus upon meeting him, a sign he had arranged with the chief priests and elders before hand to show who was Jesus…(they should have known, as they saw him frequently)…
They seized Jesus and arrested him, took him to the high priest, where the teachers and elders had assembled. Only Peter of all the disciples followed, the others fled.
Thera priest were looking for any false evidence to put Jesus to death, but they couldn’t find any… Jesus was silent throughout all of this dialogue…
Finally, the high priest said to Jesus, ““I charge you under oath by the living God: Tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God.”
“You have said so,” Jesus replied. “But I say to all of you: From now on you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.”
Then the high priest tore his clothes and said, “He has spoken blasphemy! Why do we need any more witnesses? Look, now you have heard the blasphemy.
“What do you think?”
“He is worthy of death,” they answered.
Then they spit in his face and struck him with their fists. Others slapped him and said, “Prophesy to us, Messiah. Who hit you?”
Peter, who had followed denied Jesus three times and afterwards felt great sadness for turning his back on his friend…
You know, dear friend , I have not told you everything that has happened…so much more , I will wait to see you face to face to tell you all…but, I do know this, from coming into this city, on this particular week, I feel was no accident…I feel I am meant to be here right now…there is something about this man, which draws me…I don’t understand why or how, but it is there wooing me to take what he has said or others have said about him and to believe far beyond just knowing, but a heart and soul belief…something I have never experienced before…
Thank you for listening…I am tired for now …it has been a very long and tumultuous day.. I have never seen such hatred and such love…