Scripture references: John 18:1-11 Matthew 26:36-56 Mark 14:48-50 Luke 22:39-53
In this encounter I am writing from the perspective of a boy who was tagging along with the crowd who went to arrest Jesus. Try to see the scene through his eyes, and in this way learn something more of our wonderful Jesus.
I remember that night so well. I was sixteen at the time. I was lying on my sleeping mat in my loose outer robe, just drifting off when I heard them. A crowd has a voice all its own; deep and ugly sounding. I jumped up and went to the window. It was quite a big crowd and as they passed by my house I could pick out a number of soldiers and temple guards. There were several Pharisees leading the mob and they were heading off towards the city gate that was near the Kidron valley.
I was filled with curiosity and excitement. They had clubs and swords so maybe they were hunting down a dangerous criminal. I know I shouldn’t have but I slipped through the window and joined the crowd. We went out of the city and down through the Kidron valley until we got to a grove of olive trees. The crowd stopped and milled around so I worked my way forward until I was standing just behind the Pharisees.
A man came out of the grove and as he did so someone from the crowd went forward and greeted him with a kiss. They spoke quietly and then the man from the crowd left him and went off to the side. The moon was bright that night and in its light, and the flickering beams of the torches many in the crowd carried, I could see the man from the grove quite clearly. It was his face that caught my attention. It was solemn and composed and his eyes moved with intent from one face to another, first the Pharisees and then the soldiers and others near the front of the crowd. It might have been a trick of the silvery light but it seemed as though his face had an inner illumination and I had the fleeting thought that even if the night had been dark I would still be able to see his face. Then he spoke; “Who is it you want?” he asked. A Pharisee answered, “Jesus of Nazareth”. “I am he’, the man said.
As he spoke these words the strangest thing happened to me. It was as though some invisible force hit me. It wasn’t violent or painful but it was powerful. I staggered back a couple of steps and then the strength left my legs and I fell down in a heap. All around me the same thing was happening to everyone at the front of the crowd. A startled rumble escaped the mob and those with swords scrambled back to their feet thrusting them out in front of their bodies. One of them took a few menacing steps towards the man and as he did so a burly fellow rushed out of the grove brandishing a weapon. He swung it at the man who was advancing and the blade barely missed his head, neatly slicing an ear so that it hung by a thin piece of skin. The man howled in pain and shock, dropped his sword and clutched the side of his head. Jesus held up his hand in a gesture of authority. “No more of this!” he said, and then stepping forward he reached out that same hand, touched the wounded man’s ear and healed him. Yes, he healed him instantly. I saw it clearly. The blood stopped and the ear reattached to the skull – instantly.
I was confused but awestruck. What kind of man was this?! He had knocked us down with a word. With a simple command he averted what could have been a dangerous brawl where many could have been killed. With a touch he restored a bloody ear hanging by a shred of torn flesh and skin. Who was this man who had identified himself as Jesus of Nazareth?
Then the soldiers grabbed Jesus roughly, bound his arms behind his back and marched him off. The mob started looking for his followers in the olive grove and I saw his disciples running away into the night. I started to follow Jesus as he was being taken away but a Pharisee thought I was a disciple and shouted “Seize that fellow!” Strong hands grabbed at me but I twisted out of my robe, leaving it in their grasp, and ran off heading for home as fast as I could.
Dear reader. Who indeed is this Jesus of Nazareth? More to the point, who is He to you?
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