Meditations on the way to Palm Sunday
Jesus was abandoned by Judas and betrayed with a kiss.
I wonder. What kind of kiss was it?
A perfunctory, almost apologetic peck on the cheek, signaling Judas’ timidity or ambivalence?
A passionate, forceful crush of lips on lips, expressing Judas’ long brewing, yet unspoken disappointment, even resentment toward Jesus, perhaps because of his passive, non-violent confrontations with repressive political and religious authorities?
A bloodless, eyes-wide-open kiss on the forehead, demonstrating Judas’ disdain for Jesus as a mere object of personal gain?
Whatever the motive, Judas betrayed Jesus a kiss; a supreme gesture of intimacy and fealty.
I wonder. To draw near to another with whom one has been close and, with an ostensibly loving gesture, a kiss, or with a seemingly generous, loving word, “It’s not you, it’s me”, ending the relationship.
Has such a thing ever been done to any of us or by any of us?
I would guess, yes.
To be continued…
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Illustration: The Arrest of Christ (Kiss of Judas) (c. 1304-1306), Giotto Di Bondone (1267-1337)