I had always analysed the night at Gethsemane from Jesus’ point of view, but now for the first time it occurred to me how it must have felt for John say, or Philip, when they realised that the man who’d accompanied them on their journey, whose powers they understood better than anyone — they had after all seen Lazarus and Jairus’ daughter raised to life — and from whom they had, until the very last moment, drawn both strength beyond understanding and the certainty of life eternal, had been betrayed.
