He Knew the Betrayer

Ronny (my husband for those who don’t know) and I have gotten into a rhythm of reading some scripture together each night after we put Liam down for bed. While I wish I could take credit for the idea, I can’t. It was all Ronny, and I appreciate him leading us well in that way.

We’ve been going through the book of John, and last night we read John 6:60-71.

Two things stuck out, the second being a bit weightier.

It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. 

John 6:63A

Somehow, the idea that our flesh is really just not helpful whatsoever made me laugh. Oh how true it is, and yet how often do we allow it to lead us?

Even more profound was this:

“But there are some of you who do not believe.” (For Jesus knew from the beginning who those were who did not believe, and who it was who would betray him.)

John 6:64

Can you imagine? The day Jesus called Judas to follow Him, to be one of the twleve, one of His closest circle, He knew. He called His betrayer knowingly. He even allowed him to be intimately involved in His ministry.

It’s a good thing I wasn’t in charge of being the savior of the world because I could not have done that. The injustice and pain of the impending betrayal would have gotten the better of me. 

Yet, Jesus still called him. Jesus even died to save him from his sins too, as He did for all of humanity.

It makes me want to re-evaluate every time I experience even the smallest amount of judgment toward someone else. Again, it’s good that the fate of humanity did not rest on my shoulders.

He knew the betrayer and yet, still called him to be one of the twelve.

Wow.