Even my close friend, whom I trusted, he who shared my bread, has lifted up his heel against me (Psalm 41:9).
It’s a bitter, ugly word for a bitter, ugly deed.
Perhaps the worst thing about betrayal is that, by its very nature, it involves someone you trust. In a sense, you have to give the betrayer the power to hurt you by making yourself vulnerable. Those who never make themselves vulnerable to others can never be betrayed.
But then, they can never really love, either.
The most powerful of all persons made himself vulnerable, opened himself to rejection, let himself be betrayed, to rescue his beloved.
That would be you.
Good Friday, Beloved