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Matthew 26 — A plot, a perfume, a betrayal, and a meal that changed the world
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Something had changed. had just finished teaching — about the end of the age, warnings about being ready, the coming — and when the last word landed, he turned to his and said what they didn't want to hear. The was two days away. And he wasn't going to survive it.
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What follows is one of the heaviest chapters in the entire . Plots in the dark. A stunning act of . A betrayal from the inner circle. And a meal at a table that would become the most repeated ritual in human history. Everything in this chapter is moving toward the — and everyone in the room is choosing a side, whether they realize it or not.
While was telling his exactly what was about to happen, a very different conversation was happening across . The chief and had gathered at the palace of the , a man named , and they were planning how to have Jesus arrested quietly — and killed.
Jesus told his disciples plainly:
"You know that in two days the Passover arrives. And the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified."
Meanwhile, in Caiaphas's palace, the religious leaders agreed on a plan — arrest him by stealth, but not during the festival:
"Not during the feast — otherwise the people will riot."
Here's the tension. Jesus announced his openly, on his own terms, with full awareness of what was coming. The people plotting against him? They were hiding. Whispering. Calculating the safest time to move. One side was walking toward it. The other was sneaking. That contrast tells you everything about who was actually in control of this story.
Then something happened that nobody at the table expected. was in , at the home of a man named the leper. During the meal, a woman walked in carrying an alabaster flask — filled with an ointment that was worth a staggering amount of money. And without a word, she broke it open and poured it over Jesus' head.
The were furious:
"Why this waste? This could have been sold for a fortune and given to the poor."
But Jesus stopped them:
"Why are you giving her a hard time? She has done something beautiful for me. You will always have the poor with you — but you won't always have me. When she poured this ointment on my body, she was preparing me for burial. And I'm telling you the truth — wherever this gospel is proclaimed in the whole world, what she did will be told in memory of her."
Everyone else at that table was thinking about budgets and optics. She was the only one who grasped what was actually happening. While the disciples were debating the price tag, she understood that the person sitting in front of her was about to die — and she held nothing back. No half-measures. No calculating what was "reasonable."
Sometimes the truest act of devotion looks wasteful to everyone watching. The people who get it rarely get applauded in the moment. But Jesus noticed. And two thousand years later, we're still telling her story — exactly like he said we would.
And then — right after this stunning act of devotion — one of the twelve walked out and did the opposite.
Iscariot went to the chief and asked them a question:
"What will you give me if I hand him over to you?"
They paid him thirty pieces of silver. And from that moment, Judas started looking for an opportunity to betray him.
Let that sit for a second. This wasn't a stranger. This wasn't someone on the outside. Judas had been with for years. He'd heard the sermons, seen the , been trusted with the money. And his first question wasn't "is this right?" or "what am I doing?" It was "what's it worth to you?"
Thirty pieces of silver. That was the legal price of a slave. The religious establishment valued the at the cost of someone's property. And one of his own friends agreed to the deal.
The first day of Unleavened Bread arrived, and the came to with a practical question:
"Where do you want us to set up the Passover meal?"
Jesus gave them specific instructions:
"Go into the city. Find a certain man and tell him: 'The Teacher says, my time is at hand. I will keep the Passover at your house with my disciples.'"
The disciples did exactly what he said, and they prepared the meal.
Notice the phrase: "My time is at hand." Not "my time might be coming." Not "things could get dangerous." Jesus walked into that final week with complete clarity about what was ahead. He wasn't improvising. He wasn't panicking. He was a man moving with absolute purpose toward something the of them couldn't yet see.
That evening, sat down to eat with his twelve closest friends. The room was intimate. The meal was sacred. And then he said something that shattered the atmosphere.
Jesus looked around the table and said:
"I'm telling you the truth — one of you is going to betray me."
The grief was immediate. One by one, each of them asked:
"Is it me, Lord?"
Jesus answered:
"The one who has dipped his hand in the dish with me — he's the one. The Son of Man will go just as Scripture says he will. But how terrible it will be for the man who betrays him. It would have been better for that man if he had never been born."
Then — the one who had already made the deal — asked the same question everyone else had asked. But listen to how he phrased it:
"Is it I, Rabbi?"
Everyone else said "Lord." Judas said "." Teacher. A respectful title, but a distance in it. Jesus looked at him and said:
"You have said so."
There's something devastating about this scene. Twelve men around a table. One of them already committed to the betrayal. And Jesus didn't expose him publicly. Didn't call him out by name. He gave Judas every chance to turn back. But Judas had already made his choice — and everyone at that table was too consumed with their own fear to notice who was missing from the conversation.
And then, in the middle of this heavy meal — with betrayal in the air and grief around the table — did something no one expected. He picked up bread, it, broke it, and handed it to them.
"Take this. Eat it. This is my body."
Then he took a cup, gave thanks, and passed it around:
"All of you, drink from this. This is my blood of the Covenant — poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. And I'm telling you — I will not drink this again until the day I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom."
Then they sang a hymn together. And they walked out into the night, toward the .
Let me be honest with you. This is . This is the meal that billions of people have repeated for two thousand years — in cathedrals and living rooms, in prisons and hospitals, in secret and in the open. And it started here, in a small room, with a group of confused, scared men who didn't fully understand what was happening.
Jesus took the — the meal that commemorated God rescuing from in — and he reframed it around himself. The bread wasn't just bread anymore. The wine wasn't just wine. He was telling them: the rescue. My body. My blood. A new . Not between God and a nation, but between God and anyone willing to come to the table.
And then they sang. In the middle of the darkest night of their lives, they sang. There's something about that detail that won't let me go. The worst was still ahead — and they walked toward it with a hymn on their lips.