Voices of the Passion and Easter - John

I have imagined the reactions and thought processes of those people involved in the Good Friday and Easter narrative.

I hope that it will assist you to meditate on these events with fresh thoughts.

I had been an angry man – angry with myself and angry with those around me. Then I met Jesus who commanded me to follow Him, which I thought was presumptuous at the time but did so anyway.

Slowly but surely, He refined my character by graciously encouraging and lovingly chastising when necessary. Over time, I found that I was beginning to reflect the Rabbi in loving those that we encountered – rich and poor, lovely and unlovely.

It did not mean that I did not stop making mistakes, but Jesus never stopped forgiving me. Indeed, He drew me closer to Himself with new insights that made me marvel even more at the wonders of God.

It was at the Last Supper that I recall being placed at the right hand of Jesus, a place of privilege and honour. I could almost hear His heartbeat as He told us of the new covenant that was to be established with the breaking of His body and the spilling of His blood. I didn’t understand it at the time as I couldn’t comprehend how this new testament of love could instigated by what seemed to be great hatred.

Despite this insight that He gave us, when the culmination of His mission came, we all disappeared in the night. We were grateful that Jesus had commanded the temple guard not to touch us because we were too scared to put up a fight.

Something within me felt uneasy about abandoning the Rabbi at this time so I used my contacts in the Sanhedrin to see the pre-trial proceedings undertaken by the religious authorities. I wanted to faithfully tell the other disciples what had happened. My heart was broken that this Man of love had been arrested and treated in such a brutal way.

The bonds of love still drew me toward Him even the closing hours of His life. Even in those horrific times, my memory recalled that His teaching that there was no greater love than a man giving up his life for his brothers, although I did not realise that Jesus was doing it for the whole world.

As I stood beneath His cross, I shared His selfless concern for others. I agreed willingly to care for Mary His mother as a son would care for his parent.

When He appeared after the resurrection, I knew that the beautiful love of God had won over the ugliness of sin and death. I also realised that, when I closed my eyes for the last time in this world, I would then see Love personified in all His glory in heaven.