You know the scene. Christ is praying in the garden, anticipating the horrific events that lay ahead. Drenched in sweat, Jesus stands up to face … His friend. Stop and feel the depth of that seemingly insignificant part of the dialog:
speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd
armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders
of the people. Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: “The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.” Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed him.
Jesus replied, “Friend, do what you came for.”
I don’t know if you have ever been hurt by someone you love, but I have. The pain is deeper than bone and marrow because you love them. If possible, try to imagine one of your best friends plotting to kill you. Sounds surreal, doesn’t it?
Yet, that’s what happened to Christ. To make matters worse, He had to set there in anticipation, knowing all along that Judas would betray Him. All those memories Jesus and Judas made together, from eating supper to traveling from city to city, boiled down to one moment of betrayal.
Now, ask yourself if that sin you’ve been dwelling on doing is worth it.