April 10, 2008
Thirty Coins Richer.
The sound of coins falling kept him awake, this night. Unwittingly, his mind cast itself back to that time, when that sound was imprinted into his memory.
He hadn’t had a choice.
Not much of one, anyway. There were many ways to destroy a man, and they had found a surefire one. Their plot was simple: reveal that one of the rabbi’s followers was a demon, in a way that could not possibly be disputed, and watch the rabbi’s following collapse.
Of course, the rabbi was too smart for that. By the time Judas figured out what his master had done, it was far too late.
The rabbi had patiently antagonized them until they wanted his blood.
So Judas found himself leaving the Temple one day, thirty coins richer and spiritually bankrupt.
When he walked into the house the Twelve shared with their master, the rabbi looked up at him and smiled.
