“Decid: ¿dónde se encuentra la justicia que es amor y que tiene ojos para ver?
Inventadme, entonces, un amor que lleve sobre sí no sólo todas las penas, sino también todas las culpas”.
-Así habló Zaratustra
I was living a disillusioned life in Judea. Life was hard. Injustice was rampant. Taxes were high and the Sanhedrin, Pharisees, Sadducees, and Romans were oppressing the masses and stealing from them in the name of God. I want to change this injustice. This type of life is unfair.
There is a growing movement among the people that seek to change this mode of existence. The name everyone mentions is Jesus. When I heard his message it was like water to my soul. He was for the people. He was liberating them; blessing the poor, feeding the needy, and breaking the established rules on the Sabbath. This is the revolution. I would follow him.
After (3) long years with Jesus, I am at a breaking point. Like a lover who has discovered his beloved’s unfaithfulness, knowing Jesus has left a bitter taste in my mouth. I have no use for money as many may think. I want to pay him back for his fraud.
The Roman government has not been overthrown. Jesus is saying things that show his weakness. He is not as strong as he used to be. He is making statements that are not helping our people. Do onto others as you would have them do onto you?! Turn the other cheek?! Forgiveness?! The kingdom of God is within you?! He is misleading the people and does not deserve their devotion. I have grown tired of Jesus and at times cannot stand to be in his company. I have spoken to him about our differences, but he persists. He needs to be gotten rid of. I have wasted my time and energy with this man. He has betrayed ME!
Like a jilted lover driven to desperate acts out of frustrated passion, unable to see my way out of my anger, I went to the chief priests to pay Jesus back for his deception. “…I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for 30 pieces of silver.”
We arranged to meet in the Garden of Gethsemane. After our last meal together, I kissed Jesus and the soldiers took him away.
A temporary victory, that passes upon the shock of hindsight. I am overcome with iniquity with the accomplishment of my treachery. I am so taken with anguish, shame and sorrow. I beg my co-conspirators to take the money back, but they have gotten what they want from me. I am alone. I can’t stand myself. I can’t live with what I have done. A rope around my neck and a tree will be my only escape.
* Cruce de palabra e imagen creado entre Senu Johnson y Aydasara Ortega.
Senu escribió el texto (www.amarajohns.blogspot.com).
Aydasara creó la imagen (www.aydasara.blogspot.com).
Aydasara imaginó el texto de Senu.
