Thinking about Good Friday (and little) and Judas (mostly) and Judas’ suicide. Was there another way?

Trigger warning: this post speaks about suicide. There is no graphic content in words or images, but it is discussed. Helpline and text service numbers are at the bottom of this post at *.
When someone in my family died by suicide I was devastated. Beyond. It was a searing pain I can’t explain and which I really hope you don’t understand.
The Good Friday which fell a few months after his death, I spent most of the church service in the sound-proof vestry room where I could see and hear the service, but they couldn’t hear me cry. (Thankfully I wasn’t leading it.) Any death is awful, but to lose someone by suicide is a particular pain. That Good Friday, I found myself so angry at Jesus. Jesus who could have prevented his death just by speaking up for himself. Jesus who could have prevented the grief of his mother and friends just by speaking up for himself. How dare he, a young man, with so many people who loved him, make a decision to be silent and complicit in his own death? Nothing heroic in it. It just made me angry. I realise Jesus didn’t die by suicide, but he died by silence and could have prevented it. It felt too similar to me.
And poor Judas. I have always felt sad for Judas, even before this particular death in my family. But since that, I have even more so. I wish I could go back in time and talk with him. Poor Judas. He tried so hard, I think. He comes across as a baddy sometimes, but he asks the difficult questions, says what he’s thinking in sometimes inappropriate moments, goes off at tangents he thinks will help, or tries to push the agenda he thinks they’re following. Poor Judas. It seems to me that he gets it all wrong quite a lot. So do the other disciples in different ways.
But I think that the worst thing Judas got wrong, is that he didn’t understand who Jesus was. I remain completely and utterly convinced that if Judas had just held on for a few days, he would have discovered it was all different than he felt and thought it was. Peter completely denied he even knew Jesus, was rightly shame-faced when the resurrected Jesus spoke with him, but Jesus understood. Human frailty is that. Frail. Jesus gets it. Peter messed up completely, in a really bad way. This isn’t how friends should treat friends. But Peter does it. ‘Nope, never met him in my life.’ What? Surely there’s no way back after that.
Of course there is. Because they’re real friends. They mess up. They get cross perhaps, debate it perhaps, forgive each other, work out a different way to go forwards. That’s what you do with friends. If they’re worth the trouble to you because you really love them and they really matter to you.
Poor Judas didn’t get it. Jesus knew who he was. He loved him. But not naively. Like he knew Peter was the sort of person who would deny he knew him when the chips were down, he knew that Judas wasn’t really getting it and would do the wrong thing. But he didn’t stop him – which presumably he could have. After sharing bread with him at that last meal together, Jesus even says to Judas, ‘go and do what you have to do’. Jesus treats the outcome as inevitable.
I firmly believe that if Judas had held on, stayed in the city as Jesus said, and waited things could have been different. Had he waited, Judas would have learnt something so powerful, so life-transforming, so shocking to him, that he would have been the most powerful evangelist and preacher of them all. I firmly believe that Judas would have learnt how deeply he was loved and how completely he was forgiven. Judas was so penitent and could not live with what he had done, even just for a couple of days.
Poor Judas. Wracked with guilt. Realising he’d completely misunderstood and completely got it wrong. His friend who he loved, but frankly (I think he thought) had needed a bit of a push to get things moving and stop being so wishy-washy.
Now Judas realises that it was his ‘pushing’ that led to Jesus’ death. How could he live with himself?
How? Because if you understand Jesus and the God of the bible, you would know, Judas, that there is always a way forward. All is never lost. There is always a way back. And especially with you, Judas, you, his friend, with your genuine repentance, humility, and sorrow for what you’ve done.
Judas should have been there with the others in the room when Jesus meets with them. Judas should have been there with the others on the beach, so that Jesus, as with Peter, could take Judas for a chat and talk it over with him. Forgive him. Show him a new way forward.
Can you imagine the message Judas would have had to share? The humble-powerful leader Judas could have been?
Paul, who we meet in the book of Acts, says ‘I was the worst of them’, because he’d been a persecutor of Christians. Imagine Judas’s testimony. They could have debated which one of them was worst, for sure. Both forgiven, given new life and purpose and loved. Not because they were all-good, but because they were loved and learnt to understand what friendship with God was.
The trouble with suicide is that it’s so final. You can’t change your mind once it’s happened. You won’t know what may have worked out or what joy you may have found in the future. And yes, you won’t have to live with the pain that may come either. And it may seem the only way at the time. No other way out. Can’t live with myself. Can’t go on.
I’ve only been suicidal once in my life. At the time it seemed like the only thing to do. I’m grateful I’ve not been to that particular dark place since. I know it’s not simple. I hope this isn’t coming across as glib – I don’t want to go back to that place myself. I know for some people it’s a constant struggle. It’s unimaginably awful. And your experiences may make suicide seem like a sensible option sometimes.
I still believe there is always some way forward. Some joy or glimmer of hope, even a tiny one, that will come in time if we can just hold on for it. Even if the holding on is tough and we need a lot of support to do that.
For the people I know who’ve died by suicide, I wish I’d known how they were really feeling and somehow have been there for them. For my relative. And for 2 friends from nursing college. And for a young man I knew when I was a student chaplain. Able to say something supportive, or just listen, or just be silent with them. Or that someone had been there, in person or on the end of a phone or text conversation.
I wish someone had been there for Judas. Or that Judas had understood Jesus and held on.
It’s heartbreaking.
Poor Judas. I so feel for him. I wish he had just held on.
- Ruth Yorke
*If you’re feeling suicidal, low or even just want to talk to someone, sometimes a stranger is a good choice – you don’t have to be too careful or filter your real thoughts and feelings. here are some numbers to call/text: Samaritans 116 123 (24/7) SHOUT via text: 85258 (24/7) CALM: 5pm – midnight, 0800 585858 or website for other options: https://www.thecalmzone.net/suicide-prevention-helpline
NHS info on mental health services: https://www.nhs.uk/nhs-services/mental-health-services/
Or if you do have someone you know you can talk to, I hope you can find a way to speak to them, say how you’re feeling, know they’ll listen even if they don’t necessarily ‘know what to say’.
Image: ‘Jesus’ by Hey-Juda, from Pixabay.com used with thanks


