My name is Judas Iscariot, and I betrayed my Lord. It really had nothing to do with avarice or greed. The money was fine, don’t get me wrong, but that isn’t why I turned him in to the authorities. I simply did what they couldn’t. I wanted to force Jesus’ hand, so he had to drive the Romans out of our country. I was mistaken, I see that now.
Jesus loved each of us, including me. But I didn’t see it at the time.
When he knelt to wash my feet, I was deeply disturbed. When he stripped down to his underwear, I admit I had some serious doubts. Behaving like a common slave wasn’t really in my thinking. It would take extra work to shape him, and to deaden such strange behavior. But it would be worth it in the end, if only Jesus would cooperate.
In my mind I knew that Jesus only needed the right moment to become the next ruler of Israel. That was his destiny, and I was going to help him bring it to pass. I knew that God had called me–this was my purpose. I would be the kingmaker, and Jesus would certainly reward me.
Some have said that Satan was inside me.
But I hardly noticed. Instead, I was filled with excitement. Finally, the other disciples would come to my side, and together we could make it happen. Enough kneeling, no more groveling–we were going to rule Israel and end the wicked Roman occupation. I truly believed this. He was our Messiah, our deliverer.
The tricky part was to convince Jesus, to manipulate him if necessary, to get him to take control.
He had to see the opportunity that was waiting for him. He was already immensely popular among the people. We could quite easily turn all of this enthusiasm into a full-blown insurrection. But we obviously needed him to lead us, and I could help him find his way. I knew we could do it. This was God’s will for me.
My plan was fairly simple–after I met with the Pharisees, I’d lead them to the garden where Jesus was staying. They insisted on an armed escort, just in case there was trouble among the disciples. I suppose that was prudent, but my part in all of this was simply to give Jesus a kiss on the cheek, to signify that he was the one to the soldiers.
I assumed he would resist and fight. I was very wrong.
Nothing went as planned. Jesus didn’t take charge, and he certainly didn’t overthrow the government. As a matter of fact, you could say that the opposite happened; he was silent and refused to answer most of their questions. I did hear him say, “My kingdom is not of this world.” I should have listened.
I realized way too late, that I helped shed innocent blood. I went back to the priests who hired me, and I insisted they take back the silver. They refused. I threw the bag at their feet and left the temple. Ugly thoughts now filled my mind, and I knew without a doubt that I was completely lost.
Please excuse me, but I have a date with a rope.
6 thoughts on “The Gospel According to Judas Iscariot”
I feel so bad for Judas. I know it was part of God’s plan for Judas to betray Jesus, so that Jesus could die to pay for our sins and be resurrected. Satan was in him, alright. He blinded Judas’ eyes to see that all was not lost, and Jesus was truly the Messiah–the Deliverer from sin and eternal death. His political Messiahship would be manifest in the 2nd coming! Judas’ blindness spiritually prevented him from going to the cross, repenting as he knelt at the foot of the cross, and asking Jesus’s forgiveness for his sins, especially the one of betrayal. Jesus would have forgiven him, and he would have found eternal life. 😂 I just want to cry, Bryan.
Your sister in Christ,
Me too. I kind of see both Judas and Peter in the same boat. One committed suicide, but the other repented. Thanks for reading my posts, and please, feel free to zap me if you feel I’m missing it. I think Linda K would also welcome any input. Maybe, you can be our official zapper! TY
Bryan, I think you need to write the rest of the book! Yes! Each chapter from another one of the “losers” of scripture (pretty relatable!)…do it!
Hi MD. I’ve got the rough draft, but editing it is a challenge for me–it’s very challenging to say the least. Lots of work! Thank you for reading my posts, and feel free to zap me if I’m missing it.
Bryan, I know the work involved in writing a book. Considering the other things that make this even more difficult. Please consider finishing this book. It may well be good both for us and you. Thanks for being Bryan
Delbert, maybe yes–maybe no. I’m getting yellow lights from him. Perhaps I will, I know it would be a blessing. But it’s hard. Thanks for reading my posts, and feel free to zap me when I’m missing it. TY.
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