It was betrayal time. One of the friends
denied Him, others
ran away. Crowds
went silent. Crowds, those who followed
Him, who listened to Him, who
watched His miracles – the
smitten, the converted, the healed ones.
It is betrayal time. When some friends
betray you, some deny you, and
great crowds of your acquaintances
avoid you – people whom you’ve helped,
whom you supported, who
took a fancy to you. You are
carrying your cross alone. Maybe some merciful Veronica
comes across and wipes your face. Maybe some stranger,
a Simon of Cyrene will support you with his shoulder. And then
you will be dying while coincidental passers-by
glance at you indifferently.
This is betrayal time. When you betray your friends,
out of fear, you deny those who were defeated
although you owe them so much,
although you were so smitten by them. You don’t
accompany them on their way of the cross, you are
not there when they are dying.