He turned the tables of greediness, cheating, and all manner of filth. Cleansing the temple of all corruption.
He preached in parables and compared the Kingdom of Heaven to a king who prepared a great wedding feast for his son.
He and the disciples dined at the home of Simon the leper, where a woman broke open her alabaster box of precious, perfumed oil of spikenard and lovingly poured it upon Jesus’ head, as it trickled down His cheeks, seeped into His beard, and gently dripped upon His shoulders, saturating His garment.
Then, the unthinkable happened. There was a Judas at the table.
It was Passover time. Jesus sent the disciples out to prepare the meal. And when it was time, they sat together at the table, eating.
As the sense of smell is the greatest trigger of memories, I wonder what went through Jesus’ mind as He ate His last Passover meal with His beloved disciples. All the memories of His growing up years as He visited Jerusalem for Passover must have washed over Him like a tidal wave.
The comforting aroma of the bread baking in the stone ovens. The delicious scent of the lambs roasting over the hot flames. The bitter fragrance emitted from the crushed herbs.
Those past memories surely mingled with His present plight, as harbingers of eminent events. The roasted lamb as the smell of death. The breaking of bread as His life broken for others. The red wine, as His blood, filling His cup. The pungent aroma of the crushed herbs foretelling of His burial.
Jesus then “took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, ‘This is My body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.’” (Luke 22:19 NKJV)
And He took the cup and said, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood, which is shed for you. But behold, the hand of My betrayer is with Me on the table. And truly the Son of Man goes as it has been determined, but woe to that man by whom He is betrayed!” (Luke 22:20-22 NKJV)
Covenants were sealed with a meal, mainly with bread and wine. And in the mind of ancient man, it was the most binding, sacred agreement a person could enter.
A covenant required each party to make promises which were never to be broken—ever!
But woe! A Judas at the table. With deceit and betrayal in his heart, he sat in the Lord’s presence and shared in the Lord’s Supper. Breaking covenant. Then, remorse set in, for he “threw the silver coins down in the Temple and went out and hanged himself.” (Matt. 27:5 NLT)
Betrayal of covenant was unthinkable. Yet, at the last supper, Judas did it anyway. That betrayal surely cut deep into Jesus’ heart.
Since Judas was in charge of the money box, did the enemy put the love of money in his soul? Did pride make that contract?
Are we ever Judas-like? No, not allowing the ol’ enemy to enter our heart but allowing our heart to be filled with greed or pride or even betrayal of others?
Do we ever sit in the Lord’s presence making promises to Him or saying we will obey His promises. and then turn around only to break them?
Do we have a hypocritical heart, selling our soul for worldly possessions or temptations?
As a companion of God, do we go only a short way with Him, and then, at the decision-fork in the road, we turn away from Him?
Is there ever a Judas at your table? Is there ever one at mine?
Lord, may we never betray You…in any way.
Blessings of Passover…Lynn