Voices of the Passion and Easter - Philip

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 guess that I’m a complicated character – sometimes I’m on fire and at other times I just get turned off.

I remember my first encounter with Jesus – He really shook my world with His message of good news. I felt as though I should share this teaching with someone, so I decided to look out my old friend Nathaniel. I told him that I had found the Promised One that Moses and the other prophets had spoken about.

Then I had a downward trend in what I believed - I was highly sceptical that Jesus could feed five thousand men plus women and children with nothing, even though He knew that He could more than satisfy all those there with five loaves and two fishes, with plenty left over.

Then my belief was increased because I wanted others to hear what Jesus was saying and see what He was doing. Some Greeks wanted to see Jesus so Andrew and myself told Jesus that He had some visitors. However, His reaction was strange in that He talked about His hour had come to be glorified as a seed has to die and fall into the ground in order to be fruitful. It was only later that I got His meaning.

I still don’t think that I fully understood Jesus’ mission because, when Jesus talked about us having seen the Father if we had seen Him, I responded: ‘Lord, show us the Father and that will be enough for us.’

Jesus quite correctly turned to me and told me off for being such an idiot – well, not quite exactly in those words, but near enough. I didn’t really understand that Jesus was totally God, one with the Father.

Then it all went horribly wrong. After being that fool, when we finished what was the Last Supper, we went on a walk to the Garden of Gethsemane – all the time singing hymns, I’m not sure if it was to keep our spirits up or not.

When the first sign of danger came with the arrival of the men to arrest Jesus, we were off. My belief in what I believed was very shaky.

My knees literally shook from that moment on with thoughts about how I too was going to be captured, tortured and killed. We decided that we would all be cowards together, so we locked ourselves in an upper room. When suddenly, Jesus in His risen body came into that room and declared ‘Peace.’

I knew at that moment that my faith had been restored and that I could tell others of the good news of Jesus with certainty.