THE ARREST

Mark 14:43-52

(Slightly Rephrased)


"And immediately, while He was still speaking, Judas, one of the twelve, with a great multitude with swords and clubs, came from the chief priests and the scribes and the elders. Now His betrayer had given them a signal, saying, 'Whomever I kiss, He is the One; seize Him and lead Him away safely.' As soon as He had come, immediately he went up to Him and said to Him, 'Rabbi, Rabbi!' and kissed Him. Then they laid their hands on Him and took Him. And one of those who stood by drew his sword and struck the servant of the high priest, and cut off his ear. Then Jesus answered and said to them, 'Have you come out, as against a robber, with swords and clubs to take Me? I was daily with you in the temple teaching, and you did not seize Me. But the Scriptures must be fulfilled.' Then they all forsook Him and fled. Now a certain young man followed Him, having a linen cloth thrown around his naked body. And the young men laid hold of him, and he left the linen cloth and fled from them naked." (Mark 14:43-52)

St. Mark has told this tragic story in the most pointed and the fewest words. The healing of the ear of Malchus concerns him not; that is but one miracle among many. Judas passes from sight unfollowed. The thought insisted on is of foul treason, pitiable weakness, brute force, majestic remonstrance, and panicked flight. From the central events no accessories can distract him.

There comes, he tells us, "Judas, one of the Twelve." Who Judas was we knew already, but we are now to consider how Jesus felt. Before His eyes is the catastrophe which His death is confronted to avert--the death of a soul--a chosen and richly dowered soul forever lost. Judas is lost in spite of so many warnings; in spite of that incessant denunciation of covetousness which rings through so much of Jesus' teaching, which only the presence of Judas quite explains, and which His terrible and searching gaze must have made like fire, to sear since it could not melt; in spite of the outspoken utterances of these last days; and doubtless in spite of many prayers. Judas is lost, one of the Twelve.

The dark thought of the multitudes more who should receive the grace of God, His own dying love, in vain would fall cold upon Christ's heart, and with it the recollection of many an hour of loving kindness wasted on this familiar friend in whom He trusted, and who now gave Him over, as he had been expressly warned, to so cruel a fate. Even toward Judas no worthy bitterness could pollute that sacred heart, the fountain of unfathomable compassion. But what speechless grief must have been there, what inconceivable horror; for the evil was dark in form as in essence. Judas apparently conceived that the Eleven might, as they had promised, rally around their Lord. And he could not perceive the impossibility of Messiah stooping to escape under cover of their devotion, or how forthrightly the good Shepherd would give His life for the sheep. In the night, he thought, evasion might yet be attempted and the town be raised. But he knew how to make the matter sure. No other would as surely as himself recognize Jesus in the uncertain light. If he were to lay hold on Him roughly, the Eleven would close in, and in the struggle the prize might yet be lost. But approaching a little in advance, and peaceably, he would ostentatiously kiss his Master and so clearly point Him out that the arrest would be accomplished before the disciples realized what was being done.

But at every step the intrigue is overmastered by the clear insight of Jesus. Just as He foretold the time of His arrest, while yet the rulers said "Not on the feast day," so He announced the approach of the traitor who was then contriving the last momentary deception of his polluting kiss.

We have already seen how impossible it is to think of Judas otherwise than as the Church has always regarded him--an apostate and a traitor in the darkest sense. The milder theory is at this stage shattered by one small yet significant detail. At the supper, when conscious of being suspected and thus forced to speak, he said not, like the others, "Lord," but "Rabbi, is it I?" Now they meet again and the same word is on his lips, whether by design and in Satanic insolence or in hysterical agitation and uncertainty, who can say? But no loyalty, however misled, inspired that halting and inadequate epithet; no wild hope of a sudden blazing out of glories too long concealed is breathed in the traitor's Rabbi!

With that word and his venomous kiss, the "much kissing" which took care that Jesus should not shake him off, he passes from this great Gospel. Not a word is here of his remorse or of the dreadful path down which he stumbled to his own place. Even the lofty remonstrance of the Lord is not recorded. It suffices to have told how he betrayed the Son of man with a kiss and so infused a peculiar and subtle poison into Christ's drink of deadly wine. That, and not the punishment of that, is what St. Mark recorded for the Church--the awful fall of an apostle chosen of Christ; the solemn warning to all privileged persons richly endowed and highly placed; the door to hell, as Bunyan has it, from the very gate of Heaven.

A great multitude with swords and staves had come from the rulers. Possibly some attempt at rescue was apprehended from the Galileans who had so lately triumphed around Jesus. More probably the demonstration was planned to suggest to Pilate that a dangerous political agitation had to be confronted. At all events, the multitude did not terrify the disciples. Cries arose from their little band: "Lord, shall we smite with the sword?" If Jesus had consented, it seems that with two swords the Eleven, whom declaimers make to be so cowardly, would have assailed the multitude in arms.

Now this is what points out the moral of their failure. Few of us would confess personal cowardice by accepting a warning from the fears of the fearful. But the fears of the brave must needs alarm us. It is one thing to defy death, sword in hand, in some wild hour of chivalrous efforts--although the honors we shower upon the valiant prove that even such fortitude is less common than we would fain believe. But there is a deep which opens beyond this. It is a harder thing to endure the silent, passive anguish to which the Lamb--dumb before the shearers--calls His followers. The victories of the spirit are beyond animal strength of nerve. In their highest forms they are beyond the noble reach of intellectual resolution. How far beyond it we may learn by contrasting the excitement and then the panic of the Eleven with the sublime composure of their Lord.

One of them, whom we know to have been the impulsive Simon, showed his loss of self-control by what would have been a breach of discipline, even had resistance been intended. While others asked whether they should smite with the sword, he took the decision upon himself and struck a feeble and abortive blow, enough to exasperate but not to disable. In so doing he added disobedience to the sorrows of Jesus, and the inflaming of angry passion among His captors.

Strange it is, and instructive, that the first act of violence in the annals of Christianity came not from her assailants but from her son. It is strange to think with what emotions Jesus must have beheld that blow.

St. Mark records neither the healing of Malchus nor the rebuke of Peter. Throughout the events which now crowd fast upon us we shall not find him careful about fullness of detail. This is never his manner, though he loves any detail which is graphic, characteristic, or intensifying. But his concern is with the spirit of the Lord and of His enemies. He is blind to no form of injustice or insult which heightened the sufferings of Jesus, to no manifestation of dignity and self-control overmastering the rage of hell. If He is unjustly tried by Caiaphas, it matters nothing that Annas also wronged Him. If the soldiers of Pilate insulted Him, it matters nothing that the soldiers of Herod also set Him at nought. Yet the flight of a nameless youth is recorded, since it adds a touch to the picture of His abandonment.

Therefore he records the indignant remonstrance of Jesus upon the manner of His arrest. He was no man of violence and blood, to be arrested with a display of overwhelming force. He needed not to be sought in concealment and at midnight. He had spoken daily in the temple, but then their malice was defeated, their snares rent asunder, and the people witnessed their exposure. But all this was part of His predicted suffering, for Whom not only pain but injustice was foretold, Who should be taken from prison and from judgment.

It was a lofty remonstrance. It showed how little danger and betrayal could disturb His consciousness, and how clearly He discerned the calculation of His foes.

At this moment of unmistakable surrender, His disciples forsook Him and fled. One young man did indeed follow Him, springing hastily from slumber in some adjacent cottage, wrapped only in a linen cloth. But he too, when seized, fled away leaving his only covering in the hands of the soldiers. This youth may perhaps have been the Evangelist himself, of whom we know, that a few years later he joined Paul and Barnabas at the outset but forsook them when their journey became perilous.

It is at least as probable that the incident is recorded as a picturesque climax to that utter panic which left Jesus to tread the winepress alone--deserted by all, though He never forsook any.

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