Silver
The money is heavy in my pocket. I didn't expect that.
But what was I to do? Someone was going to benefit from Jesus' foolishness. It might as well be me.
I mean, what was I supposed to do? Just sit back and let him throw it all away? That's basically what he's been doing this week. He's been busy upsetting everyone, any time he has the chance. Everything we have built for the last three years is going down the tubes. We had such high hopes when we came into the city on Sunday...but now, that's all gone. There's no way for him to be made king now. He's upset the religious leaders...and worse, he's lost a lot of the people. Their hearts aren't really with him anymore.
There are still some, apparently, that love him. Like that woman tonight. We were having a perfectly nice meal at Simon's house. The food was good, the conversation was lighthearted, and we were enjoying the evening when suddenly we became aware of her. She had just walked in, like she owned the place, and came to the front. Without saying a word, she stopped in front of Jesus and poured perfume over his head, like some kind of anointing or something.
The place stunk—I can't remember smelling something so strong! And knowing from the smell what kind of perfume this was, I also had a pretty good idea of how much it cost. All of that, just thrown away, poured out over Jesus' head. It was more than I could take. "What a waste!" I said out loud. Then, realizing everyone was looking at me, I doubled back a bit. "I mean, that could have been sold and the money used to help the poor." Or myself, I thought, grabbing ahold of the money bag I kept for the disciples. What a waste, indeed. Think what we could have used that money for! Think what I could have used it for!
Jesus stood up for her, though. He always does that. He always stands up for the underdog. And I was left looking stupid—and selfish. That's when I left, and found the guy who approached me the other day about turning Jesus in. Only I wasn't going to do it for free. What would they give me?
Thirty pieces of silver—the price of a slave. Good enough. If he wants to act like a slave, I'll sell him as a slave.
I just didn't think the money bag would be so heavy...
But what was I to do? Someone was going to benefit from Jesus' foolishness. It might as well be me.
I mean, what was I supposed to do? Just sit back and let him throw it all away? That's basically what he's been doing this week. He's been busy upsetting everyone, any time he has the chance. Everything we have built for the last three years is going down the tubes. We had such high hopes when we came into the city on Sunday...but now, that's all gone. There's no way for him to be made king now. He's upset the religious leaders...and worse, he's lost a lot of the people. Their hearts aren't really with him anymore.
There are still some, apparently, that love him. Like that woman tonight. We were having a perfectly nice meal at Simon's house. The food was good, the conversation was lighthearted, and we were enjoying the evening when suddenly we became aware of her. She had just walked in, like she owned the place, and came to the front. Without saying a word, she stopped in front of Jesus and poured perfume over his head, like some kind of anointing or something.
The place stunk—I can't remember smelling something so strong! And knowing from the smell what kind of perfume this was, I also had a pretty good idea of how much it cost. All of that, just thrown away, poured out over Jesus' head. It was more than I could take. "What a waste!" I said out loud. Then, realizing everyone was looking at me, I doubled back a bit. "I mean, that could have been sold and the money used to help the poor." Or myself, I thought, grabbing ahold of the money bag I kept for the disciples. What a waste, indeed. Think what we could have used that money for! Think what I could have used it for!
Jesus stood up for her, though. He always does that. He always stands up for the underdog. And I was left looking stupid—and selfish. That's when I left, and found the guy who approached me the other day about turning Jesus in. Only I wasn't going to do it for free. What would they give me?
Thirty pieces of silver—the price of a slave. Good enough. If he wants to act like a slave, I'll sell him as a slave.
I just didn't think the money bag would be so heavy...
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