In Genesis, we read of Joseph (the one with the “Technicolor Dreamcoat”) who was betrayed by his older brother, Judah, who sold him into slavery in Egypt. Joseph, of course, prefigures Jesus who was later betrayed by another Judas (this one from the town of Kerioth, from which comes his nickname of “Iscariot.”)
Betrayal is always destructive and tragic. But to be betrayed by a kiss must be unbearably wrenching because it is so direct and immediate
I’ll bet that each one of us has experienced some form of betrayal in our lives and has been scarred by it. Many of us would also have to admit that, at some point, we have in some way betrayed others.
Isn’t it good to know that, unlike Judas, we don’t have to commit suicide but, like St. Peter, we can face Our Lord again and accept His love and forgiveness?