Summary: A First-Person Narrative (Judas) emphasizing the need to serve, instead of being served.
This has been the longest night of my life! Let me tell you all about it, but before I do, I need to start from the beginning.
Really, it all started when Jesus called me about 3 years ago. I must admit, I was quite honored to be called by Jesus. I didn't really understand what he was all about, but I knew there was just something about him that I wanted to be a part of. When he talked about God being his Father, and when I would hear him teach, and see him heal, I thought surely this was the ONE. The Chosen One, the One who would restore Jerusalem to its rightful place. I was so confident of it that I followed him wherever he went. Besides it was an honor to be chosen as one of the twelve. Can you believe it, me, out of all the people he could have chosen, he picked me!
There was also Peter and Andrew, James and John, Philip and Bartholomew, Thomas and Matthew, the other James and Thaddaeus, Simon the Zealot, and then there was me, Judas. I am the one from Iscariot. I was chosen to be the treasurer of our little group. My main responsibility was to collect the money from willing donors and distribute it accordingly to the poor. I took on the responsibility with pleasure, besides, I sort of liked being around the money.
But, anyway, those years of following Jesus were pretty exciting. Between the healings, the teachings, the confrontations, and the daily struggles our lives were filled with excitement. There really was never a boring moment. There were a couple of times that stand out in particular. Like the time that we were up near the Sea of Galilee..... Then there was also the time when we got word that Jesus buddy, Lazarus, was near death ..... Which reminds me of another time that Lazarus sister, Mary, burst into our evening meal uninvited .....
We would travel all the way from the northern tip of the kingdom to the southern most part of the kingdom. And as time went on, my confidence in Jesus continued to grow. And I was just waiting for Jesus to take his rightful place on the throne, I was just waiting for him to rise to power and overthrow the Roman Pigs. Anytime now I would think to myself day after day, week after week, month after month, but the time never seems to be coming and I was growing extremely impatient. And the more I grew impatient, the more I was determined that it was time to take matters into my own hands. Besides, Jesus is the one, he just needs a little encouragement. So I'll be the one to help him along. So I devised a plan and what a plan it was.
Your wanting to know the plan, aren't you? Well let me tell you. I thought and I thought. "What would push Jesus over the edge? What would it take for him to take his rightful place as the King of Israel?" So I thought some more, and I thought, what if I were to point out Jesus to the Pharisees and all the religious leaders, what if I were point him out to the ones who doubted him the most, the ones who were most antagonistic towards him. Then they would seize him and arrest him, and that would be enough for Jesus to prove to everyone that He is who he claims to be. That would be enough for Him to rise to power and overthrow the Romans. Besides, I'm sure the religious leaders would pay some pretty good money for me to lead them to Jesus. The money would be for the poor, of course! So with all of this in mind, I went to work. I met secretly with them, told them that I would point him out and they in turn offered to pay me, 30 pieces of silver. Now that is some big bucks. For the poor, of course!