Judas Ate Too!!!

What do you do with a love that makes no sense?

What do you do with mercy so holy, so deep, so undeserved, that it offends your sense of fairness?

What do you do with a Savior who looked straight into the face of the man who would betray Him, knew exactly what was coming, and still served him?

That is the scandal of the gospel.

That is the shock of the table.

That is the weight of the cross.

And that is part of the glory of the resurrection.

Because when we say, “He is risen,” we are not merely saying death lost.

We are saying Love won.

We are saying mercy stood where wrath was deserved.

We are saying the Holy One of God knew what was in the human heart and still moved toward sinners with covenant love.

And nowhere is that more staggering than this.

Judas ate too.

POEM - Judas Ate Too

by © 2023 Shawn M. Greener. All rights reserved.

In the hush of night, with lamps burned low,

Twelve souls reclined where love would go.

The Lamb, unblemished, broke the bread—

With heavy heart and thorns ahead.

He knew.

The sting of silver in a traitor’s hand,

The whispered deal, the kiss so planned.

He knew the weight of every lie,

And still He came, still chose to die.

He knelt before the filth-stained feet,

Of one whose heart would soon retreat.

He washed the grime, He met the eyes,

Of one whose soul wore thin disguise.

He fed him.

The bread, His body. The wine, His grace.

He didn’t flinch, avert His face.

He offered mercy, deep and wide,

To the very one who’d soon collide

With soldiers’ swords and midnight shame

Yet Jesus loved him just the same.

And I…

Am Judas, too. In thought, in deed,

I’ve sold Him out to lesser need.

I’ve kissed His cheek, then turned away,

To chase the dark, avoid the day.

But, oh! the joy, the trembling truth:

That mercy isn’t earned by proof.

He saw me then, He sees me now,

Still wraps the towel, still bows somehow.

He feeds me grace, though I betray,

He loves me still, and will not sway.

I should have fled… I should have died…

But Jesus drew me to His side.

So here I stand, amazed, undone…

The traitor touched by Heaven’s Son.

And through the tears, I lift my view…

And whisper, “Thank You… Judas ate too.”

by © 2023 Shawn M. Greener. All rights reserved.