It's Thursday. The night before Good Friday. And if there were ever a moment when violence felt justified—when righteous anger, self-defense, or retaliation would have made perfect sense—it was that Thursday night in the garden.
Jesus had just finished praying in agony. He had sweat blood. He had asked His friends to stay awake with Him, and they had fallen asleep. He had already chosen the hard road. And then, in the stillness of that night, Judas arrived. With guards. With betrayal. With torches and swords. It would have been easy—natural, even—to respond with force. And that’s exactly what Peter tried to do. Peter, who had just vowed to die with Jesus if it came to that. Peter, who was still trying to prove himself faithful. Peter, who pulled out a sword and took a swing—cutting off the ear of the high priest’s servant. And that’s when it happened. That’s when Jesus got as close to angry as he seems to get in this entire Easter story. Angrier than when they arrested him. Angrier than when they drove nails into his hands and feet. Angrier than when the soldiers mocked him in his dying moments. Only in THIS moment did he yell, “No more of this!” Those four words, sharp and urgent. Not a whisper. Not a gentle redirection. But a line in the sand. Jesus wasn’t just stopping Peter from causing more harm. He was stopping something far deeper. He was stopping the possibility of leaving behind any hint of a notion that violence could ever be the way to heal anything. He was rejecting the impulse to fight injustice with more injustice. He was silencing the part of all of us that thinks retaliation redeems something. He was saying no—not just to Peter’s sword, but to the centuries of swords that would try to follow in His name. And then, in what might be one of the most quietly miraculous moments of the entire Easter story, Jesus healed the servant’s ear. One of the men sent to arrest Him. Let that sink in. Jesus, in the middle of betrayal, pain, and arrest, healed the one who came to harm Him. If violence were ever appropriate, it would have been here. But Jesus opposed it—as strongly as He ever opposed anything. In that moment, Jesus wasn’t just rejecting violence. He was modeling redemption. He was showing us that the real revolution wouldn’t be won with swords. It would be won with surrender. And not the surrender of weakness. But the surrender of love. A love so strong it could look power and betrayal and injustice in the eye and say, “I choose healing anyway.” Good Friday was full of violence. But Jesus chose Thursday to make his stand against it. Not by protecting his life from it, but by healing one who'd been victimized by it.
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