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A Brother’s Lament


This story along with the others in this small series of stories is purely fiction. It is not meant to go against anyone’s belief in the Gospel. This is my own personal belief in the form of fiction and the “supernatural” parts are more -so true to life than they are in the Bible. It is another telling of what happened in the view of the so-called “villain.” My personal belief is inspired by the lost gospels of Judas, Barnabus, Mary Magdalene, and the belief that Jesus was a prophet and not the son of the Hebrew/Christian God as told in the Quran. 

The Story

“Judas, please reconsider. If we get caught I will be losing three sons, a daughter, and myself,” my mother pleaded.

“I have to mother, Yeshua and I look similar and even more so after Peter had me beaten. I explained. “You three need to get him out of here. He is the one they follow after all. They need something to rely on in dark times. Hope. I can give them that.”

“Judas, are you sure about this?” James asked. 

“They already took my wife. When she died I felt a great anger flow through my veins. That has temporarily gone away but I fear the return and what I would do with that information. I already feel dirty for being the one to betray him.”

We finally arrived at the cell my brother was being held at. There were guards everywhere, but there was one spot that was vacant. It seemed as if the soldiers standing there had fallen asleep for some reason. The four of us looked at each other as we walked through the doors. My brother was sitting on the ground holding his legs.

“You came,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I knew you would.”

“Yesh,” I ran to him instinctively and hugged him. Tears would not stop flowing. He held me back as tight as he could.

“How… How did you know about Peter? And about…”

“It seems Yahweh has favor with you, Judas,” he said softly. 

“Yahweh? Why would he? You are his chosen prophet.”

“He spoke to me while I prayed once before we came to Jerusalem. He told me that the visions you have must come true. That Peter would kill your wife, afterward deny me, and that you will come for me after everything is done,” he frowned with tears in his eyes. “I believe you know what else he told me.”

“I have to,” I said softly, hugging him as tightly as I could. “I promised when you were born that I would always protect you. This means that I must take your place. There is no spell that can truly bring the dead back to life. At least, none that I am able to do. You are the only one with that power Yesh. We have to give our people hope and something to believe in. You have to come back and claim to be resurrected. They can claim all they want that I killed myself with that blood money. I do not care as long as you are safe.”

“Judas… Yeshua…” James said softly with tears. He and our mother were keeping watch, while my sister-in-law held her husband up kissing his cheek. 

“Yeshua, we need to go. You know the sleeping spell will not last,” she said softly.

“Go, I will die instead. I am ready,” I kissed my brother one last time on the forehead as we replaced the chains on him onto my own wrists.

“I love you Judas. May we cross paths again one day,” Yeshua said. I did not know what he meant by this but it made me feel warm inside. I was truly ready and I have done my task to protect him no matter what the cost. 

“I love you too Yeshy. I always will.”

 Before they left, our mother kissed me and embraced me. She may not have been blood but later, when I was left dying on the cross in front of everyone on that hill, she would weep for me next to James as if she were my blood. Visions came to me one last time while I hung on the wooden cross. A life very different from this one. No, many different lives. Was there more to the soul than one life? It had always been a possibility. Instead of pain, these visions gave me hope. I would live again and one day make up for any bad thing that I had done in this life or another. Perhaps this was the turning point. A way to save me as well as so many others who could fall to darkness so easily. Perhaps this life could save more. I hung my head and closed my eyes as I felt an inner peace at knowing my brother could live on.

So concludes the tale of the brother of Yeshua who gave his life to protect the ones he loved.