Judas Betrays Jesus with a Kiss                                            Caravaggio

 

Judas and Saint Peter

Jesus says:

 "...Too many people think that Judas did something of little importance.  Some even go to the extent of saying that he is well deserving, because Redemption would not have taken place without him, and that he is therefore justified in the eyes of God.

I solemnly tell you that, if Hell did not already exist and was not perfect in its torments, it would have been created even more dreadful and eternal for Judas, because of all sinners and damned souls, he is the most damned and the biggest sinner, and throughout eternity there will be no mitigation of his sentence.

Remorse could have also saved him, if he had turned remorse into repentance. But he would not repent and, to the first crime of betrayal, still compatible because of the great mercy that is My loving weakness, he added blasphemy, resistance to the voices of Grace, that still wanted to speak to him through recollections, through terrors, through My Blood and My mantle, through My glances, through the traces of the institution of the Eucharist, through the words of My Mother. He resisted everything.  He wanted to resist.  As he had wanted to betray.  As he wanted to curse.  As he wanted to commit suicide.

It is one's will that matters in things.  Both in good and in evil.  When one falls without the will to follow, I forgive.

Consider Peter.  He denied Me.  Why?  Not even he knew why.  Was Peter a coward?  No.  My Peter was not cowardly.  Facing the cohort and the guards of the Temple he had dared to wound Malcus to defend Me, risking his own life thereby.  He then ran away, without the will to do so.  Then he denied Me, without the will to do it. Later he did remain and proceed on the bloody way of the Cross, on My Way, until he reached death on a cross. And then he bore witness to Me very efficiently, to the point of being killed because of his fearless faith.  I defend My Peter.  His bewilderment was the last one of his human nature.  But his spiritual will was not present at that moment.  Dulled by the weight of his humanity, it was asleep.  When it awoke, it did not want to remain in sin, but it wanted to be perfect.  I forgave him at once.

Judas did not want.  You say that he seemed mad and hydrophobic.  He was so through satanic fury.  His terror in seeing the dog, a rare animal particularly in Jerusalem, was a consequence of the fact that, from time immemorial, that form was attributed to Satan to appear to men.  In books of magic it is stated that one of the forms preferred by Satan to appear to men is that of a mysterious dog or cat or billy-goat.  Judas, already a prey to terror brought about by his crime, being convinced that he belonged to Satan because of his crime, saw Satan in that stray animal.

He who is guilty, sees shadows of fear in everything.  It is his conscience that creates them.  Then Satan instigates such shadows, which might still bring a heart to repent, and turns them into horrible ghosts that lead to despair.  And despair leads to the last crime: suicide.  What is the use of throwing away the price of the betrayal, when such deprivation is only the fruit of wrath and is not corroborated by a righteous will of repentance?  Only in such case the act of divesting oneself of the fruits of evil deeds becomes meritorious.  But he did not do that. A useless sacrifice.

My Mother, and She was Grace that was speaking and My Treasurer that was granting forgiveness in My name, said to him: "Repent, Judas. He forgives… " Oh! I would have forgiven him!  If he had only thrown himself at the feet of My Mother saying: "Mercy", She, the Merciful Mother, would have picked him up as a wounded man, and on his satanic wounds, through which the Enemy had imbued him with the Crime, She would have shed Her tears that save and She would have brought him to Me, to the foot of the Cross, holding him by the hand, so that Satan might not snatch him and the disciples might not strike him.  She would have brought him so that My Blood might fall first of all on him, the greatest of all sinners.  And She would have been the admirable Priestess on Her altar, between Purity and Guilt, because She is the Mother of virgins and saints, but She is also the Mother of sinners.

But he did not want.  Meditate on the power of free will, of which you are the absolute arbiters.  Through it you can have Heaven or Hell.  Meditate on what persisting in sin means.

The Crucified, He Who is holding His arms stretched out and nailed, to tell you that He loves you, and that He does not want and cannot strike you, because He loves you, and prefers to deprive Himself of the possibility of embracing you, His only sorrow in His being nailed to the cross, rather than have the freedom to punish you, Christ Crucified, the object of divine hope for those who repent and want to abandon sin becomes for the unrepentant the object of such horror that makes them curse and be violent against themselves. They become the murderers of their spirits and bodies through their persistence in sin.  And the sight of the Meek Saviour, Who allowed Himself to be sacrificed in the hope of saving them, takes the appearance of a horrifying ghost.

Mary, you complained of this vision.  But, My dear daughter, this is the Friday of Passion Week.  You must suffer.  To the sufferings you endure because of Mary's sufferings and Mine, you must add your own, caused by the bitterness in seeing sinners remain sinners.  That was our suffering.  It must be yours. Mary suffered, and still suffers, because of that, as She suffered because of My tortures.  So you must suffer that.  Rest now.  In three hours' time you will be completely Mine and Mary's.  I bless you, sweet little violet of My passion and passion-flower of Mary. »

 

Written by Maria Valtorta.  From POEM OF THE MAN-GOD, Volume #5,  pp. 580-582

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