It was on Wednesday of Holy Week that Judas took thirty pieces of silver money for promising that he would lead guards to where they could capture Jesus. He would be away from the crowds that favored him. Because of that betrayal this has always been known as Spy Wednesday.
For me fifty-eight years have past since a sad event on Spy Wednesday. A Korean girl who loved our church immensely came to me with sad news. Her father had taken money for her from a man who had an older wife, and Chun Jinny just had to go that night. I remember saying it couldn’t be happening on Spy Wednesday.
The disciples asked Jesus where he wanted them to prepare for eating the Passover. Mark tells us that Jesus told them that if they went into the city they would see a man carrying a water jar. They would have no trouble picking him out, since men didn’t carry water jars. They came on the man, and he was entirely agreeable about preparing his upper room for them.
With just two days of freedom left, Jesus might have been thinking of those words of Isaiah in our first reading. “I have not rebelled, have not turned back. I gave my back to those who beat me. My face I did not shield from buffets and spitting.”