You are the disciple judas. It’s three days since the crucifixion and Jesus has risen. He comes to pay you a visit and it is realllllly awkward…..
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Judas Iscariot paced around the small floor of his cramped home. His neck was still sore, and the marks of the rope that had failed to give him what he wanted were still there for anyone to see. With each nervous, pacing step, he saw in his mind the images that had come to him as he was embraced by his noose…
Flashes of light, and a voice, a voice he recognized yet could not place, and a hand upon his own neck as it lifted the rope from him –
Of course, that was when the rope had snapped.
After that it was all a blur; one of the disciples must have found him there, but who was it? Judas sat down at his meager little dining space and tried to think.
“The others said they’d seen Him,” he thought, “but that can’t be true.”
He ran his fingers over his neck.
“And even if it were, he wouldn’t-“
A small knock at the door made him jump. He scrambled to his feet, but dared not move any closer to the door.
“Who is it?” he asked.
He couldn’t hide the tremble in his voice.
“You know who it is, Judas,” said the voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Judas slowly backed away, further and further into one corner of his house.
“Judas,” said the voice with what what obviously a small smile on his face, “you know I don’t need to use this door. I gave the others quite the scare earlier, so I thought I’d be a little more Human, and use the door.”
Judas hid himself behind his legs as he had done many times as a child.
“He’ll go away,” he thought, “he doesn’t want to see me. He can’t. How could he? He’ll go away. I just need to stay here and-“
He didn’t hear the door open, but all the same – Jesus appeared before him…
or rather, next to him, as he sat down mere feet from him.
Judas shut his eyes.
“You think I am angry with you,” He said, “because of your betrayal.”
“I would be,” said Judas, “if I were you.”
They were both quiet for a moment. Judas opened his eyes.
“Did you stop me?” he asked.
Jesus nodded.
“My Father did, and so I did,” he said, “and the Spirit moved the man who saved you to bring you back to your home.”
“Why?” Judas asked as his voice finally broke.
“Because it was not your appointed time,” He said.
“But I… I betrayed you for, for what? I am wretched, I am weak, I am-“
“Human. And loved.”
Judas Iscariot wept. And Christ held him.
“Why do you think I told them, at our last supper, that I knew who among them would betray me? I had already forgiven you. But I knew that all of it must come to pass just as it has.”
Judas nodded, and saw clearly now the marks upon Jesus’ hands and feet.
“I should go and see the others,” he said.
He rose to his feet, and Jesus got up with him, but his eyes were locked on the wounds from the nails that had been driven into Christ.
“Go,” said Jesus, “they have missed you, though they have not found it within their own hearts to realize it yet. Go and tell them that they should try to find it within themselves to forgive you, as I have forgiven you.”
Judas nodded, and before he could say anything more, Jesus vanished from his sight. His feet carried him out the door and toward the place where the other disciples were gathered.
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