On the night he was betrayed...The night. Friday had already been planned. He knew Sunday was going to come. But it all had to start on the night he was betrayed. The thoughts of betrayal had already been started. The plotting, the planning, the deceiving. All actions preparing for the one action that would set Friday's stage and open the curtains once again on Sunday for the most majestic encore ever witnessed, started on the night Jesus was betrayed.
If Judas had changed his mind. If Caiaphas had changed his mind. If one disciple had had the courage to speak up. If Joseph had. If Nicodemus had. If Pilate had used his power for good and not evil.
If only the night he was betrayed hadn't been the night.... Where would you and I be?
He dreaded the night like any of us would. He pleaded for there to be any. other. way.
One night changed the entire world's life. And He let the night come.
He let the betrayer betray.
He let the soldiers arrest him.
He let the trial mock him.
He let Pilate wash his hands.
He let the crown of thorns be put on his head and the robe placed around his shoulders.
He knew it was coming and he didn't stop any of it.
It was the only way.
.....for a world that wouldn't love him back and hearts throughout history that would continue to betray him.
On the night he was betrayed he shared a sacred meal with the very one who would betray him.
The dread and anguish on Thursday perhaps was greater than Friday's pain. Anticipation is sometimes as great or greater than the actual course of events suffering leads us through.
He who fears he will suffer suffers already because of fear. On the night he was betrayed he suffered fear and anguish to the point of shedding blood. Friday was facing him but Sunday was shining bright as the glory He left behind.
On the night we betrayed him....he let us betray him.
Oh, the love.