On the night he was betrayed we went to church.
When we got home there were a few things I wanted to do.
I wanted to run from the upper room, toward the son of perdition, and beg Judas not to do it, please Judas, please don’t do it, not to kiss the Lord, not like that, and not to kill himself after he did.
I wanted to hug Peter when the rooster crowed and tell him he told you so. Satan demanded to have you, remember? But the Lord has prayed for you. Jesus loves you, Peter. He won’t forsake you now.
I wanted to follow John, the disciple whom Jesus loved, and stay with Jesus til the end, to ask him what it was, what made the Son of God so love the son of Zebedee so much, hoping God could love me like that too.
I wanted to stay up and pray and think about such things.
But I couldn’t stay awake.