Betrayal is anachronistic. It is all about lies, and yet
at the heart of the moment lies a kind of truth. Whatever form betrayal takes,
the person being betrayed experiences something like shame – naked exposure,
perhaps. In the moment of betrayal that person is defenceless, without ‘cover’
of any kind. They look and feel foolish because they have trusted. It is their
own trust which makes them feel defenceless and ashamed as much as the act of
betrayal itself.
The one betraying, whatever their reason for doing so, must
justify the lies involved and the pain caused by more lies. They must justify
it to themselves, so that the betrayal seems in some way ‘necessary’ and
therefore not of their choosing. ‘I had to do it’ they will say. ‘I had no
choice’. Apart from justifying the moment, or the act, they must maintain their
integrity, at least to themselves by distancing themselves from any direct
responsibility for the damage they have done, and thereby exonerating themselves
from being held in any way accountable for it.
All of this is the stuff of politics, of international
relations, of the life of the Church and of our own experiences of betrayal, as
victim or perpetrator. One could say that it is a universal principle, but it
is also complex. Take, for example, corruption or betrayal in institutions
whose integrity we need to take for
granted, we need to trust; the fiddling of party election expenses (and in some
countries the election process itself), police pay-offs for saying nothing in
the context of organised crime relating to the grooming of young people for
sex, the treatment of people held in police custody (especially if they are
black), the power games and personal betrayals (both public and private) of
government, sexual exploitation and cover up by the institutional Church along
with the countless glossed over betrayals of loyal and faithful clergy who have
served it in good faith, often for years.
Betrayal leaves us dealing with truths we would perhaps
rather not face because in the moment of betrayal we see ourselves and others
differently. Two such moments occur within a very short space of time in the
final hours of the life of Jesus. Neither came as a surprise, but that did not
make the betrayal easier to bear. The first took place in a garden at night
where one of his own friends shopped him to the religious police. His friend identified
him with a kiss.
Betrayal so often comes masquerading as love. ‘I did this
or said that because I love you.’ Or ‘I behaved in that way, but
you know I really love you.’ Both are
lies, of course. We do not harm others because we love them, no matter how justifiable
the action may seem to be at the time. We do not abuse trust by exposing
another to pain.
Judas was trying to force Jesus’s hand politically. He
was prepared to take the risk of his suffering (which Judas may have imagined
would somehow be averted at the last minute) to turn Jesus into what he ‘should’
have been. It was about control and manipulation. The control or manipulation
of others, especially those who trust us, is always betrayal. In the moment of
the kiss Judas knows that Jesus also knows the truth of the situation, and the
truth about Judas. He has known it for a long time in allowing Judas to be what
he was, a pilferer of the common purse who had his priorities all wrong.
Then there was the incident in the courtyard later that
night, or possibly early the next morning. Peter, nicknamed ‘the rock’, the one
who could be trusted, denies ever having known his closest friend. This moment,
held in the meeting of their eyes as the cockerel crowed for the third time,
also held every lie that has ever been told for the sake of saving one’s own
life or reputation at the expense of the life or reputation of another.
The two moments I have just described are seminal. They
are the soil in which the reversal of
all betrayals germinates and takes root. Both reveal divine love at its source.
They also reveal what that love looks and feels like. It looks like
vulnerability and trust. In these two moments Jesus invites us not to look
away, not to hide from our betrayals, or from the lies we have lived with for
years, but to look quietly and bravely into his eyes, not asking for anything,
but simply allowing ourselves to be seen. The rest will follow.
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