Picture this: the long-awaited Messiah has been walking through the country side healing diseases, casting out demons, raising the dead, and calming the storms for three years. Finally, He sits down with his friends one night at the greatest Feast of the year. The Passover is a time rich with history and poignant with destiny. The men were probably expecting Jesus to announce His plans for world domination with a spectacle of some kind the next day.

Instead, He looked around the table and said, “One of you is about to turn on Me.”

I’m pretty sure how I would have reacted in that moment. I would have looked across the table and thought, “I bet it’s Matthew. You can never trust a tax-collector. Or maybe Philip. He’s such a doubter. Of course, Peter has pulled some real stunts this year. Not John, I suppose. He’s Jesus’ favorite. What about James? Could he do something like that?”

That isn’t how it went around the Passover table, though. Instead, each man in turn looked at Jesus and said, “Is it me, Lord?”

Now that is the first response of a person who has touched Mercy.