Judas' Guilt

LECTIO:     John 13: 21-27

After He had said this, Jesus was troubled in spirit and testified, "I tell you the truth, one of you is going to betray me."
     His disciples stared at one another, at a loss to know which of them he meant.  One of them, the disciple whom Jesus loved, was reclining next to him.  Simon Peter motioned to this disciple and said, "Ask Him which one he means."
     Leaning back against Jesus, he asked Him, "Lord, who is it?"
     Jesus answered, "It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish."  Then, dipping the piece of bread, He gave it to Judas Iscariot, son of Simon.  As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.
    "What you are about to do, do quickly," Jesus told him,

STUDIO:

Note that Judas must have been sitting next to Jesus.  They were sharing the same bowl.  That is an honor and makes Judas' betrayal even more egregious. What was Judas' thinking and feeling?  Because Jesus knew what he was going to do and Jesus told him to go do it, does Judas think Jesus wants him to do it?

MEDITATIO:

Judas should have never put himself in this position.  As much as I sympathize with Judas, Judas did choose to betray Jesus.  Well, they all abandoned Jesus, in effect, they all betrayed Jesus.  Oh Judas, I wish you could have asked Jesus for forgiveness.  

ORATIO:

Lord, have mercy on Judas.  I know he had free will and chose to betray you, but doesn't his returning the money show that he was sorry he did it?  

CONTEMPLATIO:

May the Holy Spirit keep me from choosing betrayal to God.  Help me to never put myself in a position that Judas did.  That would be so easy.  Judas misunderstood Your mission.  I'm afraid I would have to.  Lord have mercy on such as me.

RESOLUTIO:

I hope I remember to pray before I make decisions.  Holy Spirit be my guide.

 

"Stylin"

 Why do I solicit fashion advice from a man who wears a suit from 30 years ago?  Actually, I didn't ask his advice.  He was being helpful and told me that my shirt was buttoned wrong.  

Half tucking in a top is supposed to define your waist.  This picture is what I was trying to do.  

Donkey was a Good Guy

 In explaining Holy Week to my granddaughter, I began with Palm Sunday. Jesus is in a parade riding on a donkey.  People are waving palms, like we wave little flags.  Hard to imagine what is going to happen in a week.  Anyway, back to the story.  Jesus' donkey.

I couldn't find a donkey to illustrate that Jesus chose humble transportation, rather than a majestic horse, elephant, camel, or a carriage.  A donkey.  All I could find was a chia pet donkey.  Hey, I work with what I have.  I made it work.  Kindof.  

It's not so bad.  It's the donkey from Shrek, and this donkey is a good donkey.  Everyone loves him.  My granddaughter thought that Donkey would be proud to carry Jesus.  She got it.

With Help from My Friends

 The Nine by Gwen Strauss is a true story of WWII prison experiences.  The author's great aunt Helene was one of the nine who escaped a German labor camp, near the end of the war. I usually put myself in stories, which is why these nine interested me.  If you were escaping any prison, don't you think the chances of being caught would increase, the more people involved?  Some wag once said that three can keep a secret if two are dead.  This is why I am amazed that nine agreed to try to escape, never mind execute the escape and traipse across Germany. And the first thing I would do, once out, would be to scatter, and definitely not tell each other where you are headed. They did none of this.  They stayed together as a group and would not let anyone fall behind, even when they wanted to.  It worked.

The journey was a ten day walk from the Leipzig labor camp to France.  Imagine what they looked like.  Nine rag-tag women walking along, some still in prison uniform, some barefoot, dirty, smelly, skinny like walking dead.  I'm surprised no one reported them to the Germans.  I'm also surprised that people helped them.  I can see helping one, but nine!!  The people themselves hardly had food, how could they scrounge enough to feed nine! These women weren't Jewish.  They were resistance fighters, from different countries.  They met in prison, helped each other, and agreed to escape together.

The story made me cry.  I am always amazed at the torture humans can inflict on each other.  Death would be preferable. There were heartening moments in the prison camp.  The women told each other their favorite recipes.  They sang songs.  They became a chosen family.

Surprisingly, after being home a few years, they were reluctant to tell their stories.  Sometimes, someone would write about it, but relatives weren't interested.  I found this very strange.  But this is why the author, a grandniece, wrote the book. Gwen Strauss did extensive research. There are pictures, notes, acknowledgements, and a bibliography. It is a strong, powerful narrative.

The author's research took her to interview the few remaining women, their relatives and even some of the people they encountered on their trek from the prison to France.  None of these women were happy or even had a good life afterwards.  That damn war ruined everything. However, the story is true and an important part of history to never forget.

 

 

 

Earthen Vessels

 People are born sinful.  It's our nature to always have this desire and even misunderstanding to choose badly.  Thank God for His grace.  This doesn't negate our goodness.  Our chosen presidents are not chosen for their moral leadership.  Even those who are chosen for their moral leadership, may choose wrongly, or what seemed like the correct choice, history has proven otherwise.  I'm thinking of the Crusades, the Inquisition, and the handling of Giordano Bruno and Galileo.  

We are earthen vessels, after all.  2 Cor 4:7. Lord have mercy.

God of All

Why are religions exclusionary, when Jesus healed those not included and even considered sinners? I copied and pasted this from an AI query.

• The Centurion's Servant (Matthew 8:5–13): Jesus praised the Roman centurion for having greater faith than anyone in Israel, healing his paralyzed servant from a distance.
• The Canaanite/Syrophoenician Woman’s Daughter (Matthew 15:21–28): Despite initial reluctance, stating his mission was to the "lost sheep of Israel," Jesus commended her persistence and faith, healing her demon-possessed daughter.
• The Gadarene Demoniac (Mark 5:1–20): In the Gentile region of the Gerasenes, Jesus cast "Legion" out of a man, freeing him from possession.
• The Deaf and Mute Man (Mark 7:31–37): This healing occurred in the Decapolis, a, region comprised largely of ten Greek cities, showing his ministry extended into pagan territory.
• The Samaritan Leper (Luke 17:11–19): Among ten lepers healed, only the Samaritan—a mixed-race foreigner often treated as an outcast by Jews—returned to give thanks

I copied and pasted the above reference, from an AI query.  

Blame is a Waste of Time

 It has always puzzled me, even as a child, why the first question some people ask is, "Who did this?"  

How does that fix the immediate problem?  Later, once the problem is fixed, the cause(s) can be ascertained.  

Why do we blame others? 

 I will tell you a story about the King of Spain, Felipe VI.  My Spanish teacher's family lived in Spain, for a while.  Her son went to an International School, there.  One day, the boys held a birthday party in a hotel room. Suddenly, the hotel security and others burst into the party.  They demanded to know, who was throwing peanuts down from the balcony.

A young boy stepped forward.  The atmosphere hushed.  The security spoke to the boy in a respectful, but firm tone, in words something like this, "Your majesty, you should not throw peanuts down from the balcony....."

Besides the fact, that he was scolded, what registered in everyone's mind, was "Your majesty."

No one knew who Felipe was, until that moment.

Again, I ask.  "Why look to blame?"  Look what the security people did.  They exposed a person who wanted to be quiet about who he was.  Why didn't they say, "Stop throwing peanuts down!!!"  That's what they wanted the result to be. 

All this came to mind, when I read today's Readings, John 9: 1-41.  The religious authority weren't amazed that a man born blind could suddenly see.  They wanted to blame somebody. They were concerned with breaking the sabbath--control. 

Of course, that's not the point.  Sin is being blind.  Spirituality is about seeing.