Very sad part in the Passion of Our Lord. I mean, Jesus loved Judas LIKE CRAZY. Yet Judas would have rather had money than be a forever Son of God. "What does it profit a man to gain the whole world yet lose his soul?" Remember, choosing Jesus over every day things is the best choice you will EVER make.

Now, speaking about the story. How do you think I captured the characters? How was Judas? Peter? Please let me know! Does the Jesus I have in this part speak to you as the real Jesus who is alive and well today, sitting on his Throne in Heaven? Please review!

Oh, and you know when you are walking barefoot and you step on a patch of rocks? Yeah, Jesus had to do that. Large, pointy rocks. And even those small little pebbles that you step on right on the pad of your foot, and hurt like crazy. And imagine stepping on giant thorns, but not being able to pull them out of your foot. Imagine being shoved to your knees on a patch of giant thorns. Jesus went through that. For YOU.

The Betrayal

Peter watched as a band of Roman guards and soldiers hastily approached the foursome. They carried lanterns, torches, and...what was that? Weapons. Swords. Clubs. Peter clenched his teeth together. He turned to John, who was just as confused—if not angry—as he was. Why was Jesus doing nothing about this incident? Why were all these soldiers even here, and in the dead of night? It was an unheard of action.

Jesus remained calm as he watched the soldiers draw near. He said, "Whom are you looking for?"

They stopped, quite shocked that a man had actually asked a question to them. One soldier called out, "Jesus the Nazorean."

"I AM."

The man looked away, towards the end of their group, at someone, but they then turned back to Jesus.

Jesus, still calm, said again, "Whom are you looking for?"

They replied. "Jesus of Nazareth."

"I told you that I AM. So if you are looking for me, let these men go."

The soldiers turned once more, grabbed someone behind them, and shoved him forward. The man stumbled to the ground, face pushed into the dirt. He gingerly looked up.

It was Judas.

Confused more than worried, Peter watched as Judas regained his balance and slowly walked towards Jesus. He looked him straight in the eye and said, "Hail, Rabbi!"

Judas kissed Jesus on the cheek.

For anyone else, a kiss on the cheek was a sign of friendship and happiness. Peter was beginning to realize that this meeting was not a happy one. He continued to watch the scene laying out before him.

Jesus tilted his head, eyes sorrowful, and said, "Judas, my child. You betray the Son of Man with a kiss?"

At that instant, Judas stumbled back and touched his lips. He turned and looked at Peter. Peter glared at him with such anger. Betray?

Obviously anguished, Judas came to a balanced stand. By the light of the lantern, Peter saw Judas' eyes fill with tears. He turned and ran off then, without another word to any of them.

At the moment Judas disappeared, the Roman soldiers came at Jesus with their swords and clubs. They grabbed Jesus by the shoulders and thrust his hands behind his back, about to tie rope around his wrist. Peter saw this and grabbed the sword he had kept leaning up against the tree. He charged into the crowd, waving his sword at those who tried to harm his Lord. He heard a cry of great distress, meaning he had injured someone. Two soldiers turned away from Jesus and came after Peter. Peter called out, "Run!" but before he could get the entire word out, the soldiers had ceased him as well.

Jesus said, "Simon Peter, put your sword into its scabbard. Shall I not drink the chalice that the Father gave me?"

Taken-aback, the sword slipped out of Peter's hands. Pain rushed to his face as one of the soldiers punched him. He turned to John.

John didn't know what to do. He wanted to fight with Peter, but fighting had really never been his forte, and surely his Lord wouldn't wish that of him.

So, as he stood near the tree, he watched Jesus.

Jesus, no longer bound by the soldiers, slowly walked over to the one laying in anguish over the ground. The man, whom John recognized as the soldier named Malchus, was covering his ear and calling out in pain.

Crouching to be eye level with him, Jesus slowly touched the soldier's ear, whispering words John did not understand. When Jesus stood again, the man was no longer in pain, and his ear had miraculously returned to the side of his face.

Jesus said to the guards, who stood there in awe and anger, "Have you come out as against a robber, with swords and clubs, to seize me? Day after day I was with you teaching in the temple area, yet you did not arrest me; but that the scriptures may be fulfilled."

At his last word, the soldiers turned away from Peter and charged towards Jesus, this time tying his hands this time in front of him and throwing chains over his neck. Once that was finished—and Jesus had been badly beaten—one or two men turned, eyeing Peter, James, and John himself.

"You!" they called out, running after them. Panicked, John turned to look towards Peter for guidance, but he had already fled the scene, as had James.

John did the same, not looking back.

"I say to you know: Do not let your hearts be troubled. If you have faith in God, then you also have faith in me. In my Father's house there are many, many dwelling places. If there were not, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back again and take you to myself so that where I am you also may be. Where I am going, you do know the way."

"Master, we do not know where you are going; how can we know the way?"

Jesus smiled at Thomas and said, "Thomas, have you been with me for so long that you still do not know? You still doubt? I am the way. I am the truth. I am the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, then you will also know my Father."

Thomas startled awake. He looked around at his friends. By the light of the moon, he saw the other seven of them laying on the ground and over rocks, sleeping themselves. He glanced at the sky. It was late.

"Wake up!" Thomas called.

They did so, but reluctantly.

Philip asked, "What is it, Thomas?"

"I feel as though we should go find Jesus. It's been too long. What could he be doing?"

"Praying, most likely," Simon Peter's brother, Andrew, stated.

"Andrew," Thomas glared. "Let's just go in the Garden and look for him."

Bartholomew said, "He left us here for a reason. If he wished for us to come with him, he wouldn't have left us here. And besides, Peter is with him. I'm sure he's all right."

At the moment those words were said, a man to their right came barreling down the Garden's mountain, towards them. All eight of the disciples startled, but calmed down when they saw it was John. That is, they were calm until they saw his frightened condition.

"They've seized him," John said, completely out of breath.

No one needed to ask who the "him" was, for they all knew. Jesus had been betrayed and arrested, just as he had said he would at the Last Supper.

Jesus, already bloodied and bruised, was dragged along by the Roman soldiers. They led him towards the road away from the Garden of Olives, and then turned right, towards a bridge over the Torrent of Cedron. They were leaving the Garden a different way than Jesus had entered with his Apostles.

The soldiers' choice of road was harsh. They forced Jesus to walk barefoot on the sharpest stones and the roughest roads. As he did this, cutting and bloodying his feet, they whipped him with knotted cords, calling out insults.

Jesus was silent during this, until the solders grabbed him and threw him over the bridge. He fell, first on his knees and then smacking his face onto the water and rocks. He skinned his elbows, feet, and arms. His head was nearly covered in the entire river, and it took great effort for him to lift his head up in order to not drown.

"You must be thirsty, Jesus!" one soldier called. "Quench your thirst with the water of eternal life!"

"No, no, no," another one shouted, laughing. "The water does not give us eternal life, but his words! He has the words of eternal life! We must listen to him!"

The band erupted in laughter. They, clenching the chains as to which Jesus was tangled in, slowly and painfully dragged Jesus back up the bridge, scraping his body against the sides of the stones. Jesus moaned in pain, but said nothing else.

When he was again standing, a soldier punched his face, sending him falling to the ground, where three others started kicking him in the side until one soldier called out, "Come on, unless you want to carry him."

Proceeding in their walk, they came across a path that was covered in thorns, thistles, sharp rocks, and thick pointed sticks. They shoved Jesus in the back, which he then tripped over his garments and landed on the narrow, dangerous path. He cried out. The soldiers whipped him with knotted cords until he stood to his feet, and when he did, it was seen that the section where his knees were on this tunic was totally drenched in blood, as were his arms and hands. At the tips of his fingers, blood flowed off and back onto the bloody rocks and thorns.

"That crazy John the Baptist didn't exactly make straight your way, now did he?"

"Oh, no, how could he? He's beheaded!"

They continued to torture and beat him.