Voices of the Passion and Easter - Thaddeus

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.

It’s always the small guys that do not get noticed. It’s alright with me because I like being in the background.

It was bad enough when Jesus called me to be part of His inner group of twelve. It meant that I could be slightly out of the spotlight. Whenever there was anything major, it was mainly Peter, James and John that got the star billings, although Andrew, Philip and Thomas sometimes were involved in the events.

Me? – well, I was content to roll with whatever happened. In that last week, it got hairy at times when Jesus confronted the religious leaders and threw over the tables of the moneylenders in the Temple. These were occasions when I almost wanted the ground to swallow me.

It was more comfortable when we were alone as a group, although there was great sadness at the Last Supper as though we all knew that something dreadful was about to happen – something that could change the course of history.

In the Garden of Gethsemane, I was more than willing to disappear into the background when the armed men came to arrest Jesus. There was no way that I was going to be a hero, so I fan faster than a rabbit into the shadows.

It was an obvious thing for me to stay out of the way, so I didn’t see Jesus being put up in a kangaroo court, beaten up and put to death on a cross.

Somehow, I still wanted to be around those men that I have spent the last three years with. So, we were holed up in a locked upper room with our knees knocking and our teeth chattering. When, we were unexpecting, Jesus appeared in His resurrection body and his first word was ‘peace.’

I didn’t feel as though I was insignificant anymore for Jesus had died for me and had then appeared to me. I knew that, however much I tried to remain in the background, I would always be important to Him.