Judas' Betrayal: A Dog's Perspective

“‘What are you willing to give me if I hand Him over to you?’ So they weighed out 30 pieces of silver for him” 
- Matthew 26:15 HCSB

I was lying there on the floor just listening like I do. My human had his Bible open again, reading out loud. I don’t understand every word, but I know the tone.

I know when something’s heavy… when something hurts.

This was one of those times.

He read about a man named Judas. 
Said he walked with Jesus.
Ate with Him.
Heard Him.
Saw Him.
Close enough to reach out and touch Him…
Close enough to know better.

And yet… for 30 pieces of silver, he handed Jesus over.

Thirty

Now I don’t know much about money.
Never needed it.
Never wanted it.
But even I could tell… whatever those thirty pieces were, they weren’t worth what Judas gave up.

Not even close.

I tilted my head when my human read the part where Jesus said, “Woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed.” 

His voice slowed down there. 
Got quieter. 
Like he didn’t want to rush past it.

Neither did I.

You see, I know something about loyalty. 
It’s wired into me.
If my human calls, I come.
If he’s hurting, I stay close.
If he’s in danger, I don’t run—I stand.
Not because I’m strong… but because I’m his.

And that’s what I couldn’t understand about Judas.

How do you walk that close with Jesus… and still walk away?

How do you trade the One who loves you… for something that won’t love you back?

Judas chose silver over a Savior.

And if I’m being honest while lying here on this floor thinking about it… folks still do that.

Maybe not with coins in a pouch… but with things like pride, or comfort, or wanting their own way.
Trading truth for ease.
Trading Jesus for… well, for less than He’s worth.

And He’s worth everything.

Now I may just be a dog, but I also know this—Jesus knew.

He knew all along.

Knew the betrayal was coming.
Knew the price.
Knew the kiss in the garden that would follow.

And still… He stayed.

Stayed at the Passover table.
Stayed with His disciples.
Stayed on the path that would lead Him to the cross.

Now that’s a kind of love I can almost understand.

Because I stay too.

I scooted a little closer to my human then placed my head on his foot.
Not because I was scared…
But because I wanted him to know…
I’m here.
I’m not going anywhere.

And it made me wonder… what if we stayed that close to Jesus?

Not just when it’s easy.
Not just when everyone else is watching.
But when it costs something.
When it means choosing Him over the “silver” this world offers.

Because here’s the thing I know, as just a dog on the floor…

You can have all the silver in the world… and still be empty.

Or you can have Jesus… and have everything.

I may not understand all the theology, but I know this:
I’d never trade my human for anything.

And Jesus?
He’s worth far more than thirty pieces of silver.

So I think I’ll just stay close.

Real close my human and real close to Jesus.

Keep the Faith… Carpe Diem