As loyal followers, the
disciples shared Christ’s hardships and dangers to become missionaries of the
message which would change the world...
“Follow me!” The terse command was uttered by a
passing stranger. Matthew, the tax collector, looked up and left his cluttered
table. He asked no questions, made no stipulations. Yet he knew - as did the
others who were called - that this would be a bond that only death could sever.
Thus Jesus, at the outset of His ministry,
handpicked twelve disciples to share the hardships of His brief career, to hear
His teachings and receive the faith. Who were these men? Although cathedrals
have been raised to glorify their names and legend has spun golden webs around
them, we don’t know much of their lives. We tend to overlook these
flesh-and-blood personalities who stood at His side. Ranging in temperament
from the rough-edged impetuosity of Simon Peter to the cool rationality of
Philip, they formed one close-knit brotherhood - a body that drew its nourishment
from Christ: “I am the vine, ye are the branches.”
There was nothing unusual in the fact that a
wandering preacher chose disciples. Jewish prophets, such as Isaiah, had been
accompanied by loyal followers, and rabbis had disciples in the time of Christ:
The custom is still practised today among religious men in India . But acceptance of Christ’s
call had to be total and immediate. It meant forsaking ‘houses, or brethren, or
sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or property.’

Why twelve? Jesus wanted His men to represent
the twelve tribes of their people; to be, in spirit, the ‘new Israel .’ Besides,
twelve was mystic number, suggestive of the lunar cycle and the hours of the
day. Except for John, who was younger, the Twelve were vigorous men in their
prime - toughened by outdoor life and the sharp contrasts of the local climate.
Since the mission of Jesus was so largely one of solace to the poor, His
disciples came, for the most part, from the more modest levels of society.

One would hardly do them justice by imagining their discipleship as one continuous, lofty Passion play. Between the great occasions recorded in the Gospels, life went on. There were, no doubt, the rough camaraderie and banter of the open trail. There were personal friendships, and there was an occasional quarrel. When the mother of James and John begs Jesus, with her sons’ accord, to place them closest to Him in the coming kingdom, the other ten are “moved with indignation,” and Jesus has to smooth their ruffled feelings by telling them that any of His men who want to be “the chiefest” must be “servant of all.”
The 13 men
travelled over the Galilean countryside, bringing their message to the
villages. One or two disciples might be sent ahead to prepare the way for their
Master’s arrival. They had no abode - “Foxes have
holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to
lay his head” - but night quarters were rarely, a problem. They slept in
caves or sheltered places or, with some luck, in a friendly home, such as the
one belonging to the bustling, hospitable Martha.

To judge by the reaction of the crowds - one woman cries out, “Blessed is the
womb that bare thee” - the impact of Christ’s personality was overwhelming. His
irresistible magnetism and natural authority, made even more compelling by His
simple manner, shine clearly through the Gospel narratives.
As the Twelve shared the intimacy of Christ’s
daily life, conversing with Him during the long cross-country walks or around
the camp-fire, they were exposed to a tremendous force. Almost imperceptibly,
their minds were moulded. But if the Lord gave fully of Himself, He, too,
received. In His unfathomable isolation, their warm, intensely human presence
must have been a comfort. “Henceforth I call you not
servants,” He once said to them, “for the
servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends.”
When many of His other followers began to drift away, He asks, “Will ye also go away?” and we feel there is something
close to anguish in the question.

Yet, while the Lord was with them, even the
most perceptive of the Twelve never quite grasped the meaning of His mission. The
Twelve, one must remember, had been brought up in the Hebrew tradition of a
Messianic hope. Frustrated by Rome ’s dominion
over their beloved country, they saw in Christ the “king” who would deliver Israel
from the hated conqueror. That the
Messiah would redeem the world by suffering an ignominious death eluded them.
When He rides into Jerusalem
in triumph, they are jubilant - for the wrong reason! John, who was one of
them, shamefacedly recalls that the disciples “understood not.”
Clashes between Christ and the local power
structure - the Pharisees and Scribes - became more violent as time went on.
Christ had warned the Twelve, “Men shall revile you,
and persecute you… for my sake.” “Ye shall indeed drink of the cup that I drink
of.” Now, hinting for the first time at the shape of things to come, He
startles them by asking, “Have not I chosen you twelve,
and one of you is a devil?” From then on, premonitions of treachery are
scattered throughout the Gospel, and Judas finally emerges as the villain. We
learn in the Bible that Judas served as the treasurer of the group, and that he
asked the priests, “What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you?”
But, if greed was the motive for the betrayal, was 30 shekels enough blood
money? Or was this meant as a down payment on a larger sum? We are left for
ever guessing.
“My time,” says Jesus
“is at hand.” It is the Passover. An upper room
has been prepared in a rich man’s house on the green edges of Jerusalem . As they are finishing the paschal
meal of bread, fish, lamb and wine, Christ, in a gesture of supreme humility
and love, washes the feet of the disciples. Then, sorrowful and calm, He speaks
the momentous words, “One of you shall betray me.”
After the uproar of shocked, startled voices, Judas slinks out.
John records in the Fourth Gospel the prayer
with which the Lord, at the Last Supper, commended those that remained to His
Father. In all of the New Testament, there is no loftier expression of the love
the Master cherished for His men: “Father, I have
manifested Thy name unto the men which Thou gavest me… I pray for them… While I
was with them in the world, I kept them in Thy name... and none of them is
lost, but the son of perdition… And now come I to Thee; and these things I
speak in the world, that they might have my joy fulfilled in themselves… Keep
them from the evil… Sanctify them through Thy truth.”
We glimpse Christ now “troubled in spirit,” as
one condemned to death. As if to compound the terror of His human situation,
the structure of His earthly life comes crashing down around him. The sons of
Zebedee, and Peter, the intimates whom He has taken with Him to the garden to
comfort Him during His agony, fail Him and go to sleep. Hours later, Peter
denies three times that he has even known Him! Christ’s loneliness seems
devastatingly complete.

James, son of Zebedee, was the first of the
Twelve to suffer martyrdom, on the orders of King Herod. Peter journeyed to Rome , where he is believed
to have been crucified by the Emperor Nero. Tradition suggests that
nearly all the brethren “drank of the cup” of which their Lord had drunk,
fulfilling in triumphant death the terms of their commission. A dozen men,
chosen seemingly at random, thus came to constitute the living link between
Christ and Christianity. Their victory overcame the world. Within three and a half
centuries, the mighty Roman Empire itself
succumbed to what Christ had started with twelve.
People – stand up and be counted! God invented
time; so that everything doesn’t happen at once; and hence give you free
choice. ~ SB
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