Judas

what was it like to leave everything for a man you just met,

what was it to see His compassion come like a rushing wind,

or His mercy pour like a torrential rain,

what was it like to see sinners wiping His feet,

or His wisdom and courage in a world drunk with sin,

what was it like to routinely steal money from Him,

or to never let any of His teachings change your heart,

what was it like to have a Pharisee heart as Jesus rebuked them,

what was it like to kiss your Master with the bitter aftertaste of betrayal,

or sell Him out for 30 pieces of silver,

i hope you know your weight in gold…

but then i take a moment and realize

i am the one who broke His heart,

i am the one who chose to walk away from His mercy,

i am the one who decided the world had more to offer than He did,

i am the one who shouted “crucify Him” with the crowd,

Hell, i am the one who personally nailed Him on the wretched Cross,