If you asked me then if I knew him, I would have told you I did or Atleast I thought I did. I spent 3 years with this man. I knew his story,I saw him do great things for people. He actually called me his friend. More than once!
He gave sight to the blind, healed the sick, and the most awesome one was when he walked on water with Peter. Man! Peter was quite a character, he was so daring which always got him in a bit of trouble with the teacher. But the teacher always had grace for all of us, even me, his friend.
But if I’m being honest I never got why my brothers had this obsession with him. Like John, laying his head on his chest all the time. I mean, don’t get me wrong, his stories were powerful, his miracles even more powerful. But in reality I knew we had to plan for our futures, especially since he always stressed the point that he would one day leave us.
So as the treasurer, I had to be smart. I had to keep some money aside just in case. I mean,we were constantly giving away what little we had and that to me was not smart business.
Speaking of miracles this one time he raised Lazarus from the dead! Wow that was so wild, surreal! I mean one minute the guy is dead, the next he’s walking and talking! He definitely deserved all the accolades for that but not what Mary was doing. Using expensive perfume to wash his feet! Do you know how much money had been wasted with that act? I had to say something…
He told me something about the poor always being with us… what did that have to do with our finances though? I guess I heard the words but definitely didn’t know his voice. I had no idea that money was consuming my heart, As the treasurer, I had the real treasure in front of me but I valued the cash more.
The 30 pieces of silver was enough for my hardened heart to betray the man who called me friend. I was so blinded by sin to even see the many chances he gave me to confess and repent; when he washed my feet, when he dipped his bread with me, he still called me friend after the kiss that killed him.
With a full stomach and clean feet, I held the 30 pieces in my hand. They felt dirty! I felt dirty! My pride told me I was too dirty to be cleaned. Too dirty to be forgiven.
Too dirty to be cleaned by the same man I saw give sight to the blind. My pride couldn’t let me see that I was also the blind man. I was also Lazarus. My pride lied to me that I was beyond redemption.
3 years with this man and honestly the answer to the question of whether I knew him, I will now say “No, I didn’t”
That’s why I hang on that tree. I knew he would rise after three days and I couldn’t face him. I just didn’t understand that he was rising for me.
Are you leaning on your own understanding? Is he calling you friend but you’re betraying him? With a little sin here and a little sin there? Has your pride lied to you that they are unforgivable? Don’t let the devil lie to you like he did me.
He is the real treasure. No 30 pieces of silver will ever satisfy. Take it from me, loving him is not just being around his presence, loving him is living for him. He calls us to lay our heads on his chest for comfort and to daringly walk on water for his glory. Don’t hang on that tree because of your sin, he already did it.
Come to the altar… that thing you think is unforgivable is forgivable and forgettable by him.
-Judas Iscariot
