Well yesterday I made the biggest mistake of my life, and did the worst thing I could have possibly done. I betrayed the only man who ever saw my full potential, the man I called teacher, the man I have been learning under for three years of my life, the man they call Jesus.
Jesus knew I would be the one who betrayed him, and the one who ultimately lead him to the torture and the cross where he died today. He knew I would be the one who sold him to the authorities, but that didn’t change how he taught me that didn’t change how he discipled me.
One thing that he did with me that didn’t ever do with me is that I never felt inferior, I never felt like he was pushing me away. He taught me by teaching me like he taught everyone else. He built relationships with all of us. We all had our flaws and we all had our setbacks, but that didn’t keep him from loving us and reaching out to us. He built a relationship with us and taught us all despite how he knew we were going to fail and where we all had struggles. We were all going to fail and we were all going to miss the mark, yet he still discipled us, and in the midst of our failings he encouraged us and taught us through lessons and parables, when he was teaching the crowds we were also learning.
I can’t believe he hung around with us or that he even called us to follow him. We were not scholars, we had been sent home from rabbinical school, we were not great minds, nor were we great people. He was the king, and now I see that, but yet he chose us, and that makes no sense to me why he did that. So often we frustrated him and we drove him crazy. We frustrated him and we drove him to the end of his rope. We would run away or forget to trust him and yet he would still love us and still build relationships with us no matter what we did or how terribly we fell apart he still poured his life and time into us. We were his disciples, and he discipled us with his love, with his understanding, and by building relationships, no matter whether we fell or not.
Something happened the other day that now that I am thinking about it truly blew me away. Before we sat down to effectively what would be our master’s “last supper” he took a cloth and a basin of water, and he knelt down and insisted on washing all of our feet. He started with Peter, and he washed all of our feet, including mine. He knew I was going to betray him, and he knew I had already been to the Sanhedrin and had taken their money to betray him, and yet he washed my feet. He was so focused on building a relationship with me that he loved me through everything I did or was going to do.
Now I sit here, and for thirty pieces of silver I betrayed the one I called master. The very one who called me to follow him and built a relationship with me, I walked away from for 30 pieces of silver. I know that no matter what I do he will still love me but I can’t take this guilt anymore. I have to give this money back; no money is worth the life of my savior. I can’t live with this regret and this shame anymore. What have I done? What have I done!?