The Kiss, for me, has always been one of irony: Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss. My reaction this Palm Sunday was different. This time, I saw the necessity of the kiss.
Judas had to have a sign to identify Jesus because he couldn’t be picked out of the crowd. Jesus didn’t “look like” a rabbi. He wasn’t wearing “leader” clothes—no suit and tie or embroidered vestments for him.
Nor was his attitude such that those sent to arrest him would know—okay, that’s him. Jesus practiced what he preached: he was one of the group.
How many of us this Holy Week are willing to make ourselves no more than part of the group?
here’s to creative synthesis . . .