Matthew 26; 40. “And Jesus said unto him, Friend, wherefore art thou come? Then came they, and laid hands on Jesus, and took Him.”
Friend. The original language is also comrade, companion. One who had walked with Jesus, sat at meals with Him, prayed with Him, called Him Master or Rabbi. One who had been privileged to be among the twelve closest to Him; who had sat and listened to Him teach and preach, and explain things just for them. One Who had seen the miracles, seen the people thronging around Him and going away healed, rejoicing, praising His Name. He had even helped to distribute the fish and the bread to the hungry crowds, had seen with his own eyes how Jesus had multiplied the food until the crowd was satisfied and still there were baskets of food left over.
Your friend, comrade, companion, is one whom you expect to stand with you during the hard times. He is one with whom you weep, rejoice, endure, and celebrate. He is one whome you trust never to let you down, no matter what.
Friend, why are you here?
Of course Jesus knew, and of course He knew what Judas’ future would be. The thing that is so unutterably sad is that even at that moment, if Judas has repented and begged Jesus’ forgiveness, Jesus would have forgiven him. But there was no repentance in Judas’ heart at that moment; at least, if there was, he was tamping it down deep inside himself so he could collect his bag of silver coins.
He sold his soul to Satan for thirty pieces of silver.