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The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ.Anne Catherine Emmerichfor I have betrayed innocent blood.’ The priests answered him in the most contemptuous manner,and, as if fearful of contaminating themselves by the contact of the reward of the traitor, would nottouch the silver he tended, but replied, ‘What have we to do with thy sin? If thou thinkest to havesold innocent blood, it is thine own affair; we know what we have paid for, and we have judgedhim worthy of death. Thou hast thy money, say no more.’ They addressed these words to him inthe abrupt tone in which men usually speak when anxious to get rid of a troublesome person, andinstantly arose and walked away. These words tilled Judas with such rage and despair that he becamealmost frantic: his hair stood on end on his head; he rent in two the bag which contained the thirtypieces of silver, cast them down in the Temple, and fled to the outskirts of the town.175176I again beheld him rushing to and fro like a madman in the valley of Hinnom: Satan was by hisside in a hideous form, whispering in his ear, to endeavour to drive him to despair, all the curseswhich the prophets had hurled upon this valley, where the Jews formerly sacrificed their childrento idols.It appeared as if all these maledictions were directed against him, as in these words, for instance:‘They shall go forth, and behold the carcases of those who have sinned against me, whose wormdieth not, and whose fire shall never be extinguished.’ Then the devil murmured in his ears, ‘Cain,where is thy brother Abel? What hast thou done?—his blood cries to me for vengeance: thou artcursed upon earth, a wanderer for ever.’ When he reached the torrent of Cedron, and saw MountOlivet, he shuddered, turned away, and again the words vibrated in his ear, ‘Friend, whereto artthou come Judas, dost thou betray the Son of Man with a kiss?’ Horror filled his soul, his headbegan to wander, and the arch fiend again whispered, ‘It was here that David crossed the Cedronwhen he fled from Absalom. Absalom put an end to his life by hanging himself. It was of thee thatDavid spoke when he said: “And they repaid me evil for good; hatred for my love. May the devilstand at his right hand; when he is judged, may he go out condemned. May his days be few, andhis bishopric let another take. May the iniquity of his father be remembered in the sight of the Lord;and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out, because he remembered not to show mercy, butpersecuted the poor man and the beggar and the broken in heart, to put him to death. And he lovedcursing, and it shall come unto him. And he put on cursing like a garment, and it went in like waterinto his entrails, and like oil into his bones. May it be unto him like, a garment which covereth him;and like a girdle, with which he is girded continually.”’ Overcome by these terrible thoughts Judasrushed on, and reached the foot of the mountain. It was a dreary, desolate spot filled with rubbishand putrid remains; discordant sounds from the city reverberated in his ears, and Satan continuallyrepeated, ‘They are now about to put him to death; thou hast sold him. Knowest thou not the wordsof the law, “He who sells a soul among his brethren, and receives the price of it, let him die thedeath”? Put an end to thy misery, wretched one; put an end to thy misery.’ Overcome by despairJudas tore off his girdle, and hung himself on a tree which grow in a crevice of the rock, and afterdeath his body burst asunder, and his bowels were scattered around.100
The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ.Anne Catherine EmmerichCHAPTER XV.Jesus is taken before Pilate.177THE malicious enemies of our Saviour led him through the most public part of the town to takehim before Pilate. The procession wended its way slowly down the north side of the mountain ofSion, then passed through that section on the eastern side of the Temple, called Acre, towards thepalace and tribunal of Pilate, which were seated on the north-west side of the Temple, facing alarge square. Caiphas, Annas, and many others of the Chief Council, walked first in festival attire;they were followed by a multitude of scribes and many other Jews, among whom were the falsewitnesses, and the wicked Pharisees who had taken the most prominent part in accusing Jesus. OurLord followed at a short distance; he was surrounded by a band of soldiers, and led by the archers.The multitude thronged on all sides and followed the procession, thundering forth the most fearfuloaths and imprecations, while groups of persons were hurrying to and fro, pushing and jostling oneanother. Jesus was stripped of all save his under garment, which was stained and soiled by the filthwhich had been flung upon it; a long chain was hanging round his neck. which struck his knees ashe walked; his hands were pinioned as on the previous day, and the archers dragged him by theropes which were fastened round his waist. He tottered rather than walked, and was almostunrecognisable from the effects of his sufferings during the night;—he was colourless, haggard,his face swollen and even bleeding, and his merciless persecutors continued to torment him eachmoment more and more. They had gathered together a large body of the dregs of the people, inorder to make his present disgraceful entrance into the city a parody on his triumphal entrance onPalm Sunday. They mocked, and with derisive gestures called him king, and tossed in his pathstones, bits of wood, and filthy rags; they made game of, and by a thousand taunting speechesmocked him, during this pretended triumphal entry.In the corner of a building, not far from the house of Caiphas, the afflicted Mother of Jesus, withJohn and Magdalen, stood watching for him. Her soul was ever united to his; but propelled by herlove, she left no means untried which could enable her really to approach him. She remained at theCenacle for some time after her midnight visit to the tribunal of Caiphas, powerless and speechlessfrom grief; but when Jesus was dragged forth from his prison, to be again brought before his judges,she arose, cast her veil and cloak about her, and said to Magdalen and John: ‘Let us follow my Sonto Pilate’s court; I must again look upon him.’ They went to a place through which the processionmust pass, and waited for it. The Mother of Jesus knew that her Son was suffering dreadfully, butnever could she have conceived the deplorable, the heartrending condition to which he was reducedby the brutality of his enemies. Her imagination had depicted him to her as suffering fearfully, butyet supported and illuminated by sanctity, love, and patience. Now, however, the sad reality burstupon her. First in the procession appeared the priests, those most bitter enemies of her Divine Son.They were decked in flowing robes; but ah, terrible to say, instead of appearing resplendent in their101
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