Treachery

Jesus and his disciples went to the place called Gethsemane

“Wait here while I go and pray,” said Jesus. Then, walking on with Peter, James and John, he became deeply troubled and distressed.

“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,” he said to them. “Stay here and keep watch.”

Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that, if it were possible, the dreadful hour that awaited him might pass by.

“Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet I want your will to be done, not mine.”

When he returned to the disciples, he found them asleep.

“Are you sleeping, Simon?” he asked. “Couldn’t you even watch with me for an hour?Watch and pray, so that you don’t give in to temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Jesus left them once more and prayed the same prayer. Then, when he returned, he again found them sleeping, for they couldn’t keep their eyes open. And they didn’t know what to say to him.

When he returned a third time, he asked, “Are you still sleeping and resting? That’s enough now. The time has come for the Son of Man to be betrayed. Get up! Let’s go! Look! The traitor has come!”

Even as Jesus said this, Judas, one of the twelve disciples, arrived with a crowd of men carrying with swords and clubs. They had been sent by the chief priests, the teachers of the law, and the elders. Judas, the traitor, had prearranged a signal with them: “The one I greet with a kiss is the man. Arrest him and take him away.”

Going straight to Jesus,  Judas said, “Rabbi!” and kissed him. Then the men seized Jesus and arrested him. But one of the disciples Jesus pulled out a sword and struck a servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear.

“Am I leading a rebellion,” asked Jesus, “that you come with swords and clubs to arrest me? Why didn’t you arrest me in the temple when I was there, teaching, every day? But this is exactly what was written in the Scriptures.”

Then all the disciples deserted him and ran away. One young man who had been following Jesus, was clothed only in a linen garment. When the crowd seized him, he tore himself free and ran away without it.

Mark

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