To those who still walk the narrow road,
You may know me only by the weight of my name. Judas Iscariot. Betrayer. Traitor. One of the twelve—and the one who handed over the Son of Man for silver.
But I wasn’t always the villain.
When Jesus first called me, I followed. I left behind the life I knew, just like the others. I walked the dusty roads of Galilee and Judea. I watched the blind see. I saw demons tremble. I helped feed thousands with scraps. I laughed with the others around campfires. I witnessed things you wouldn’t believe. And yes, I believed—at least for a while.
He chose me. He taught me. He loved me.
