The Arrest

Startled from their slumber, the disciples dreamily looked around. Peter say things in pieces. There was Jesus, standing above them with lights coming from behind Him. Peter could just barely make out the figures, spare one. Judas. The former disciple walked up to Jesus and kissed Him, not in respect, but with scorn that emanated from his face. As Judas steeped back, Jesus replied in response to the betrayel, "Friend, what do you want?" A lone soldier voiced, "Jesus of Nazareth." Without repose, the master answered, not with formal garb, simply the truth. He said, "I am he." Trembling as if invisible waves had slammed them to the ground, they made no move. Again, the teacher repeated, "What is it you want?" A singular soldier whispered shakily, "Jesus of Nazareth." Jesus responded. "I told you I am he..."

Peter heard no more than this. The scene of betrayal and arrest had been unfolding, almost as if in a dream, until he saw the soldiers advancing toward Jesus. Drawing his sword madly, he charged toward the first person he saw. Anger misguided his weapon. His sword swung madly and hit a man's head. Everyone froze. Calmly Jesus walked toward the man and picked up his ear. As if this was normal, he placed it in it's proper place and walked away with his patient in shock. Then the Messiah turned toward Peter. "Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?"