Keeping to the shadows, you creep closer to better listen to the conversation. Nobody seems to have noticed you ... yet.

As the assembly approaches the twelve men, lanterns and torches light up the face of their leader. Lines of sorrow and suffering crease his forehead, and yet at the same time, a light of determination shines in his eyes. Certainly this confrontation was not unforeseen by him.

It is to this man that Judas, the leader of the group you've joined, hastens. The two exchange what appear to be friendly greetings, although Judas seems melodramatic as he kisses his master. A man next to you observes, "That's the sign. It must be him." The others nod in silent agreement.

Jesus, almost ignoring his disciple, addresses the assembly of soldiers and officials, saying, "Who is it that you want?"

A couple of soldiers simultaneously answer, "Jesus of Nazareth."

"I am he."

Suddenly, you feel an overwhelming force knock you backward. You see nothing, you hear nothing; you just abruptly lose your ability to stand. As you pick yourself up from the cold ground, you notice that the same thing must have happened to everyone else in the large crowd. Dozens of men, many of them trained soldiers, were simply flattened by an unseen force. The only ones left standing are Jesus and the eleven with him. Even Judas has fallen backwards.

Once everyone has risen again to his feet, the man repeats his question, "Who are you looking for?"

"Jesus of Nazareth," comes the reply, although with slightly less conviction this time.

"I told you that I am he," says Jesus. Pointing to his followers behind him, he continues, "If you are looking for me, let these men go."

As the soldiers move forward to arrest Jesus, his disciples come to life. A few of them ask, "Lord, shall we strike them with our swords?" One of them, however, doesn't wait for an answer. He quickly draws his sword from his sheath and attacks the nearest opponent. His aim, fortunately, is terrible, and he only succeeds in chopping off the man's ear.

"No more of this!" warns Jesus. "Put your sword back in its place. All who draw the sword will die by the sword. Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? But then how would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?"

As his disciple puts away his sword, Jesus reaches out and touches the wounded man's ear. When he removes his hand, no trace of the injury exists. An audible gasp escapes your mouth before you can cover it with your hand.

Although most eyes are fixed on Jesus and the man he has just cured, one of the guards apparently has heard your rustling in the bushes and comes over to investigage more closely.

Keep listening.
Hide yourself better in the darkness.