“Judas also… knew the place… Judas then, having received a band of men cometh thither.”
John 18:2,2
Every new line in the story of the betrayal shows new blackness in the heart of Judas. Going out from the supper-table he hastened to the priests, and was quickly under way with his band of soldiers. He probably first hurried back to the upper room, where he had left Jesus; not finding Him there, he knew well where the Master had gone, and hastened to the sacred place of prayer. Then the manner in which he let the officers know which of the company was Jesus shows the deepest blackness of all: he went up to Him as to a dear friend and kissed Him — kissed Him over and over, and with feigned warmth and affection.
Let us remember how the treason grew in the heart of Judas, beginning in greed for money, growing into theft and falseness of life, ending at last in the blackest crime the world ever saw. The lesson is, that we should watch the beginnings of evil in our hearts.
A picture in the royal gallery of Brussels represents Judas wandering about on the night after the betrayal. He comes by chance upon the workmen who have been making the cross on which Christ shall be crucified to-morrow. A fire near by throws its light full on the faces of the workmen, who are sleeping peacefully while resting from their labour. Judas’s face is somewhat in the shade; but it is wonderfully expressive of awful remorse and agony as he catches sight of the cross and the tools used in making it, — the cross which his treachery had made possible. But still, though in the very torments of hell, as it appears, he clutches his money-bag, and seems to hurry on into the night. That picture tells the story of the fruit of Judas’s victory — the money-bag with the thirty pieces of silver in it (and even that he could not long keep), carried off into the night of fiendish despair: that was all.
I have receive the following email which reads. In part:
I have the treasured book Come Ye
Apart, … The reading for November seventeenth has always been to me
the most divine. I have often wondered about the picture which J R Miller
writes about. He states that it is in the Royal Palace Brussels. Please can you
give me any more information about the picture, could I maybe get a copy of
it.?
On holiday in Brussels a few years ago I was hoping to view the
picture but not able to do so. ...
I have just discovered your web
site. My age is 85 years, so I do not think I will be travelling to Brussels
again.
Thank you your time God Bless you,
In response to this request I have been searching for this picture. Without avail, but I have received an email telling me:—
There is no painting in the catalogue of the Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium that fits Miller’s description. Either their online catalogue is incomplete, or perhaps that painting was sold or “retired” by the museum since Miller wrote his book.
If anyone can identify this picture please email me.