How many ironies in that kiss that handed over his friend to the religious cops? Some say they were best friends, at first, Jesus trusted him with their money. Maybe Judas felt betrayed his friend didn’t lead the final insurrection. Perhaps, he saw himself in the true mirror of Christ and had to smash it. O God, give me the virtues I think I have, before I betray someone.
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