Judas Iscariot, the one who betrayed Him.
I was stunned by today’s Gospel readings. Even familiar, it felt new.
It was the washing of the disciples’ feet and the institution of the Last Supper. What arrested me most came from Jeff Cavins’ reflection on forgiveness: grace and mercy so abundant that even Judas had his feet washed by the One who knew exactly who he was and what he would do, even though he had not yet done it.
What amazes me even more is this: the orthodox streams of the Christian faith do not condemn Judas outright.
They do not dare to.
They know that judgment belongs to God alone, and that where sin abounds, grace abounds more.
Because even in the deepest, coldest corners of the cosmos, places untouched by warmth, meaning, or hope, the light still reaches.
Just as Judas, we are responsible for our thoughts, words, and actions. Paul called himself the chief of sinners and meant it. So do I. And still, the basin is full. The hands are waiting.
And if we have truly stood where Judas stood, and felt those hands on our feet, we already know what comes next.
Matty Thinks 
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