The Priests Discuss What to Do about Jesus
Of course, the priests and officials of the temple were aware of all this, and they gathered at the house of the high priest Caiaphas to discuss how to respond.
‘We shall have to put him out of action one way or another,’ said one.
‘Arrest him? Kill him? Exile him somewhere?’
‘But he’s so popular. If we move against him, the people won’t stand for it.’
‘The people are fickle. They can be moved this way and that.’
‘Well, we’re not succeeding in moving them. They’re entirely for Jesus.’
‘That can change in a moment, with the right provocation… ’
‘I still don’t see what he’s done wrong.’
‘What? Provoking a riot in the temple? Rousing the people to an unhealthy state of excitement? If you don’t see it, the Romans certainly will.’
‘I don’t understand what he wants. If we offered him a high position here, would he accept that and keep quiet?’
‘He preaches the coming of the Kingdom of God. I don’t think he could be bought off with a salary and a comfortable office.’
‘He’s a man of great integrity – say what else you like, you must grant him that.’
‘Have you seen that slogan they’re scrawling everywhere – King Jesus?’
‘There’s something in that. If we could persuade the Romans that he’s a threat to their order… ’
‘Is he a Zealot, do you think? Is that what motivates him?’
‘They’re bound to be aware of him. We really must move before they do.’
‘We can’t do anything during the festival.’
‘We need an agent in his camp. If we could find out what he was planning next… ’
‘Impossible. His followers are fanatics – they’d never give him away.’
‘It can’t go on. We’ll have to do something soon. He’s had the initiative for too long.’
Caiaphas let everyone speak and listened to everything, and his mind was troubled.
Christ and his Informant
Christ was staying at an inn at the edge of the city. That evening he ate with his informant, who told him about the incident in the temple. Christ had already heard rumours about what had happened, and he was eager to get the facts clear, so he made notes on his tablet as they ate.
‘Jesus seems more and more angry,’ he said. ‘Do you know why that is? Has he spoken about it to any of you?’
‘No, but Peter is sure Jesus is in danger, and he’s worried that the master will be arrested before the Kingdom comes. What would happen then, with Jesus in prison? Would all the gates be opened, and all the bars flung down? That’s the most likely thing. But Peter’s anxious, no doubt about it.’
‘Is Jesus anxious too, do you think?’
‘He hasn’t said so. But everyone’s jumpy. We don’t know what the Romans will do, for one thing. And the crowds – they’re all for Jesus now, but there’s an edge to it. You can tell. They’re over-excited. They want the Kingdom right away, and if… ’
The man hesitated.
‘If what?’ said Christ. ‘If the Kingdom doesn’t come, is that what you were going to say?’
‘Of course not. There’s no doubt about the Kingdom. But a business like the temple this morning… There are times when I wish we were back in Galilee.’
‘How are the other disciples taking it?’
‘Nervous, jumpy, like I say. If the master wasn’t so angry right now we’d all be calmer. It’s as if he’s spoiling for a fight.’
‘But he’s said that if someone hits us, we should turn the other cheek.’
‘He also said he’d come not to bring peace, but a sword.’
‘When did he say that?’
‘That was in Capernaum, not long after Matthew joined us. Jesus was telling us what to do when we went out to preach. He said, “Don’t think I’ve come to bring peace to the earth. I haven’t come to bring peace, but a sword. I’ve come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and your enemies will be members of your own household.”’
Christ wrote it down just as the apostle told him.
‘That sounds exactly like the sort of thing he’d come out with,’ he said. ‘Did he say anything else?’
‘He said, “Those who find their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it.” There’s some of us thinking of those words again now.’
The Stranger Tells Christ What Part He Must Play
The man said goodbye, and hastened back to his companions. Christ went to his room to transcribe the words on to a scroll, and then he knelt down, intending to pray for strength to withstand the test that was to come.
But he hadn’t been praying for long before there came a knock on the door. Knowing who it was, he got up and let the angel in.
The angel greeted him with a kiss.
‘I’m ready, sir,’ said Christ. ‘Is it tonight?’
‘We have a little time to talk first. Sit, and take some wine.’
Christ poured some wine for himself, and for the angel, too, knowing that angels had eaten and drunk with Abraham and Sarah.
‘Sir, since I am not going to be here for long,’ said Christ, ‘will you answer a question I’ve put to you more than once, and tell me who you are and where you come from?’
‘I thought we had come to trust each other, you and I?’
‘I have given my life into your hands. All I ask is a little knowledge in return.’
‘This is not the first occasion on which your faith has failed.’
‘If you know about the other occasion, sir, you will know how much I lamented it. I would give anything to live that night again. But haven’t I done faithfully everything you’ve asked of me? Haven’t I written a true record of my brother’s life and words? And now, haven’t I assented to the role you told me of last time we spoke? I am ready to play the part of Isaac. I’m ready to give my life for the Kingdom, and atone for the time when my faith was needed, and when it failed. Sir, let me plead with you: I beg you, tell me more. Otherwise I shall go out of my life in darkness.’
‘I told you that this task would be difficult. The part of Isaac is easy; it’s the part of Abraham that is hard. You are not to die. You are to give Jesus to the authorities. He is the one who will die.’
Christ was astounded.
‘Betray my brother? When I love him as I do?
I could never do that! Sir, that’s too hard! I beg you, don’t ask this of me!’
In his distraction, Christ got up and beat his hands together and struck his head. Then he fell to the floor and clasped the angel’s knees.
‘Let me die in his place, I beg you!’ he cried. ‘We look similar – no one will know – he can continue his work! What am I doing except keeping a record? Anyone could do that! My informant is a good and honest man – he could write it – he would be well placed to continue the history I’ve begun – you don’t need me to live! All my life I have been trying to serve my brother, and now, when I thought I could do him the greatest service of all by dying in his place, are you going to rob me of it by making me betray him instead? Don’t bring me to this! I can’t do it, I can’t; let it pass me by!’
The angel stroked Christ’s hair.
‘Sit up now,’ he said, ‘and I shall tell you a little of what’s been hidden.’
Christ wiped his tears and tried to compose himself.
‘The truth of everything I say is already known to you,’ the stranger began. ‘You have said much of it to Jesus in your own words. You told him that people needed miracles and signs; you told him of the importance of dramatic events in persuading them to believe. He didn’t listen, because he thought that the Kingdom was coming so soon that no persuasion would be necessary. And again, you urged him to accept the existence of what we have agreed to call the church. He scoffed at the idea. But he was wrong, and you were right. Without miracles, without a church, without a scripture, the power of his words and his deeds will be like water poured into the sand. It dampens the sand for a moment, and then the sun comes and dries it, and after a minute there’s no sign that it’s ever been there. Even the history that you’ve begun to write so meticulously, with such diligence and care for the truth, even that will be scattered like dry leaves and forgotten. In another generation the name of Jesus will mean nothing, and neither will the name Christ. How many healers and exorcists and preachers are there walking the roads of Palestine? Dozens and dozens. Every one will be forgotten, and so will Jesus. Unless-’