Friday, April 06, 2007
Today is Good Friday, the day Christians remember the sacrifice Jesus made for the sins of the whole world. The Pendragon has recently been involved in a discussion about a certain character in the Harry Potter series who reminds me of Judas, at least I think he does. We'll have to wait for Book 7 in July to decide for sure. But the discussion I had made me wonder a bit about Judas. Did he have a choice? Assuming your God is not a vengeful, angry God, I can only believe he chose to betray Christ. But when might he have backed away? Again, this is only speculation, I have no claim to inside knowledge, but perhaps it went something like this.
He turned his head away. Yeshua was coming for him next. He had washed everyone else's feet. He was the only one left. But he could suddenly not stand to have the Master touch him. Not with the bag of silver strapped to his belt. He tried to speak as Peter had done, but Yeshua was kneeling before him now, dipping the cloth in the water. "Yehuda, one who shares my bread," He whispered, and began to wash His follower's feet.
Yehuda raised his head gingerly and looked at the man before him. Yeshua spoke no word, but he heard a voice, speaking, as it were, within his head. Yehuda, you do not have to do this.
Of course I do.
No, you don't. The door is open. I will turn myself in. All will go according to plan. You do not need to do this.
For a moment, Yehuda hesitated, torn. Yeshua had been his master for some three years, had trusted him when no one else did, had let him control the group's money. He squirmed a bit. He had been helping himself to the funds for a long time.
I know, Yehuda. I am not so hopeless with money as you seem to think. But it doesn't matter now. Give it up. Come back.
Almost, he said the words. Almost he threw the coins away. But he had such need of money. Always traveling left him with little resources of his own. If he were ever to form an army for an uprising against Rome he would need plenty of money. And Yeshua showed no sign of wishing to lead that army. Yehuda looked down. The Master had finished, but was still watching his face intently. Waiting. Yehuda gave a barely perceptible shake of his head. Sorrow swam in Yeshua's brown eyes, but he rose from his kneeling position and laid a hand on Yehuda's shaking shoulder. "What you are about to do, do quickly," He whispered and returned to his place.
Yehuda got up and went out. Darkness had fallen.
He turned his head away. Yeshua was coming for him next. He had washed everyone else's feet. He was the only one left. But he could suddenly not stand to have the Master touch him. Not with the bag of silver strapped to his belt. He tried to speak as Peter had done, but Yeshua was kneeling before him now, dipping the cloth in the water. "Yehuda, one who shares my bread," He whispered, and began to wash His follower's feet.
Yehuda raised his head gingerly and looked at the man before him. Yeshua spoke no word, but he heard a voice, speaking, as it were, within his head. Yehuda, you do not have to do this.
Of course I do.
No, you don't. The door is open. I will turn myself in. All will go according to plan. You do not need to do this.
For a moment, Yehuda hesitated, torn. Yeshua had been his master for some three years, had trusted him when no one else did, had let him control the group's money. He squirmed a bit. He had been helping himself to the funds for a long time.
I know, Yehuda. I am not so hopeless with money as you seem to think. But it doesn't matter now. Give it up. Come back.
Almost, he said the words. Almost he threw the coins away. But he had such need of money. Always traveling left him with little resources of his own. If he were ever to form an army for an uprising against Rome he would need plenty of money. And Yeshua showed no sign of wishing to lead that army. Yehuda looked down. The Master had finished, but was still watching his face intently. Waiting. Yehuda gave a barely perceptible shake of his head. Sorrow swam in Yeshua's brown eyes, but he rose from his kneeling position and laid a hand on Yehuda's shaking shoulder. "What you are about to do, do quickly," He whispered and returned to his place.
Yehuda got up and went out. Darkness had fallen.
// posted by The Pendragon @ 10:58 PM 
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