A faceless crowd. Harsh, accusing, out for blood. The giver of truth being condemned by a lie.
A traitor. A kiss.
A crowd of traitors. How many people in that crowd were also crying ‘CRUCIFY!!!’ just days later?
How many times have I stood in that crowd?
How many times have I accused, condemned, rejected? Turned my back because the truth was too hard to take? Gone along with the energy and hype, to be part of the ‘in’ crowd?
When we are accused, how often do we feel like we are being faced by that crowd?
Surrounded by darkness, pressured and pushed around, asked to be something you are not? Mistreated, abused, kept on the outside; rejected.
A faceless crowd of accusers, focused on the result rather then the truth. The greatest pain and injury we can feel comes not from our enemies, but from those who are closest to us.
Psalm 55: 12-14
It is not a enemy who taunts me –
then I could bear it;
it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me –
then I could hide from him.
But it is you, my equal,
my companion, my familiar friend.
We used to hold sweet converse together;
within God’s house we walked in fellowship.