>It’s hard to believe, difficult to comprehend; the evening began with a meal, a dinner with friends. Not mere acquaintances, but close companions who had spent nearly three years traveling together. They had history, they’d witnessed incredible things, pledged their loyalty to each other…and to their leader. But only a few hours later, Jesus was alone. Terribly, frightfully alone.
I suppose he saw it coming. He took his three closest friends – James, Peter, John – and went to a garden to pray. It was late, but he asked them to stay awake and pray with him. They didn’t. They kept falling asleep. While Jesus was praying desperately, their lids were getting heavy. That night, in the garden, he was arrested. His friends scattered and hid. In a matter of just a few hours, they went from knowing him best to pretending they didn’t know him at all. But as much as Jesus had been rejected, it was his friends who were really alone.
They had witnessed amazing things, seen the miracles, heard the teaching. Jesus had asked Peter before, “Who do you say I am?” Peter answered, “You are the Christ.” That must have seemed several lifetimes ago when Peter denied even knowing Jesus – and three times no less. For three years they looked at Jesus and saw the Christ, the Messiah, the Son of God. But overnight they were suddenly blinded. What had been so obvious before was now out of view, obscured, hidden. Now they weren’t even sure; Who was Jesus after all?