THE GHOST OF JUDAS ESCARIOT
According to a tenacious legend
circulating throughout Europe, after Pilate had delivered Him to the Jews for
crucifixion, Jesus was being dragged out of the judgement hall when he paused for a moment to rest. Seeing this, Cartaphilus , a porter employed
by Pontius Pilate, cruelly struck Him on th back with His hand and jeered. “Go
quicker, Jesus, go quicker, why do you loiter?”
In reply, Jesus looked at the porter
and said, “I am going and you will wait until I return.”
THE GHOST OF JUDAS ESCARIOT
mimi illenberger mapa
My grandmother was an irrepressible youngster running
wild and free in her parents hacienda in
Mindoro. But she still remembered how her
old nanny, Yaya Duliang, would admonish her to refrain from laughing too
loud or rough playing with the neighbourhood children on Good Fridays. She said
it was a time for piety and prayers; that it was terribly disrespectful for
people to enjoy themselves while our Lord was dying on the cross. She cautioned
her wards not to wander off too far from their ancestral home because restless,
evil spirits roamed the earth on that day.
“ Remember God is dead on Good Friday.”
This was our Wawating’s (Ilonggo
term for Little Grandma) favourite Good Friday story to all of us, her
grandchildren. Not surprisingly, it also
became a “best seller” to my own kids and later to the reading audience
of Ghost Stories and Strange Tales.
I am retelling my grandma’s story by popular request.
Our childhood nanny Yaya
Duliang took care of us children while our parents were busy. We were a
rambunctious lot, my brother and I. And the only way she knew how to keep
us out of mischief was to bribe us with a promise of scary stories and sweets
from the pantry. Even as children, we knew that behind those locked cupboards
were bottles of yummy preserves - yams, tubers, vegetables and fruits no
longer in season. Yaya Duliang was a
“magician” in the kitchen, she could easily turn leftovers into a feast
fit for the town mayor!
And
best of all, she never ran out of fresh stories. And her stories fuelled our
imagination. We made believe the birdcalls and cicada chirpings around
the ancient, woodland garden were distant voices from another dimension,
the enchanted world of fairies and elves. My brother and I also liked to
imagine that every old beggar who came knocking at our door for alms was a
saint or an angel in disguise. And because of this, we were kinder to indigents
and children in tattered clothes. We became more aware of our religious
duties , like hearing mass every Sunday and holy days of obligation.
We also became conscious of our late afternoon curfew and
immediately ran home when church bells announced the Angelus.
But the funny part of this
story-telling activity was that my playmates considered even Yaya
Duliangs most bizarre tales as “gospel truth”. Most of them
had been brought up believing in witchcraft, sorcery and magic and because only
a thin line separates religion from superstition (or so I am told),
they easily believed her specially when she injected some
biblical quotes.
According to Yaya, it is written
in the holy scriptures, that after realizing his terrible mistake in
betraying the Son of God for thirty pieces of silver, Judas Escariot went out
to hang himself. But before the rope snuffed out his life, Judas had
cried out, begging the Lord God for mercy.
It is said, that days before
the crucifixion, the entire army of angels had been placed on “red alert” ,
ready to answer His summons – for the Son of God was at His most
vulnerable moments. The prophecy of redemption was now about to be
fulfilled – the son of God would die on the cross but on the third day would
rise from the dead.
And so it happened that
Archangel Michael was passing by the very spot where Judas chose to
hang himself. And this powerful archangel -commander of the
heavenly host- heard Judas’ heart-wrenching cry for God to give him a
chance to see Jesus again.
“Omnipotent and all merciful God,
forgive me for I have sinned terribly. Give me a chance to see your son Jesus
again so that I may beg his forgiveness. “
The archangel, took pity on Judas, and
promised to relay his plea before the Throne of God. The Almighty
One must have been moved too, because He granted Judas’ request under the
following conditions: Every Good Friday, Judas would rise from the
dead and walk the earth in search for one needy soul who was “pure of heart”
and to this highly deserving person, he would give one silver coin. This
would go on and on, one Good Friday after another until all thirty pieces of
silver were exhausted. And then the empty pouch will automatically refill
itself and the whole process would begin all over again, seventy
times seven. 14,700 coins had to be given away before Judas could be
granted an audience with the Risen Christ.
The number of coins he
had to give away turned out to be the least of Judas’ concern; it was
centuries later when he realized that the real challenge was
finding that needy someone who was “pure of heart.” Sometimes it
took more than a century for him to stumble upon such person
given the short time to roam the earth – which was from
sunrise till sunset of Good Friday. And it was this soul- searing
frustration and excruciating pain of knowing that once again he was in the
wrong place at the wrong time that defined the punishment of Judas
Escariot.
And from this “biblical
reference” sprung forth Yaya Duliangs tale about a boy and the helpful,
wandering ghost. And she swore by all that is holy that this was a
true story.
Dadong’s mother, Aling
Rosa, had been very sickly that year. When she finally decided to consult
with her doctor-cousin, her x-ray and lab tests confirmed her cousin’s
worst suspicion – there was a mass growing in her belly. The prognosis
was bad. She needed to go to a well-equipped hospital for surgery and her
cousin urged her to go to Manila.
“ I am a general practitioner,
Rosa,” her cousin gently explained to the weeping woman. “ I cannot
operate on you. But I know a good surgeon at the PGH. I can accompany you to
Manila if you wish.”
It had been a bad year for the
family. A series of misfortunes had completely wiped out their small savings.
It all began when a swarm of grasshoppers stormed in from nowhere and consumed
their harvestable crops. This was followed by a big fire which razed several
establishments, the small factory where his father worked, included. Mang
Toribio’s employer had no choice but to close shop.
And now, this terrible illness.
They were neck deep in debt and even the tiny farm where they got most of the
food they ate was already mortgaged and in danger of foreclosure. Where
could they possibly turn to for help when all their relatives and friends were
in similar predicament?
It had been three weeks since Aling
Rosa consulted her doctor. She was now visibly weaker and her belly was swollen
like that of a woman about to give birth. Every night, through the thin
walls separating their bedrooms, Dadong could hear his father’s muffled
sobs of helplessness and despair.
“ Tahan na Mahal, may awa ang
Diyos,” was his mother’s constant reply. And Dadong , unable to bear the agony
of his parents any longer, turned to the only person he knew would be able to
help them. Didn’t his religion teacher say that Jesus turned away no one,
that He was always there when you needed Him?
It was late in the afternoon and
the Good Friday crowd who had come to listen to the “Seven Last Words “ had
long dispersed. Only a few devotees stayed behind to pray and to do the
Stations of the Cross. Only a few bulbs were lit in deference to the sombre mood of the day.
Dadong,
barefooted and in threadbare house clothes, tiptoed self-consciously to his
favorite, forlorn corner behind the ancient pillar where a large, wooden
crucifix, blackened with time was stationed . He had slipped out of their house
without permission, running all the way to the old village church two
kilo meters from his home. He just had to talk to Papa Jesus and beg for help.
“Please don’t be mad at
me Papa Jesus. Mama says we must always be presentable when we visit you
but I needed to see you immediately and I must hurry back again
before Papa and Mama notice my absence. I cook supper now, you know, because
Mama is always so very tired.” he whispered as he looked up to the figure on
the cross, now covered with purple cloth.
As he prayed, the kneeling boy was
unaware of the soft beam of light that suddenly came through from nowhere and
illuminated the dark corner with a misty glow. At that moment, he was the
forlorn angel talking to the King of Kings and heaven was listening.
“
Please, my dear Papa Jesus, come to my parent’s aid. If you may, take my life
instead. Papa and Baby An-an need Mama but I don’t think they’ll really
miss me. I love my Mama so much I don’t think I could bear to live without
her.” Dadong pleaded, tears streaming down his pinched face.
At the far
end of the altar, a silhouette moved out of the shadows and slowly made
his way towards the kneeling child. Dadong, with his eyes closed in
supplication, did not see the tall, barefooted figure dressed in something akin
to a shroud, stand behind him. The gaunt-looking stranger whose features bore a
striking resemblance to a statue in the church yard, watched the weeping child
in silence. After a while, he slowly dipped his hand into a pouch tucked to his
waist band and took out a silver coin.
“Son,” the bearded stranger reached out, gently touching the
boy’s heaving shoulders. “Don’t cry. Your mother will be all right. Take this
coin to your father and tell him to show it to Mr. Silvestre, the
Jewish coin collector. It will bring you enough money for your family’s needs.”
True enough, the
rare silver coin took care of his mother’s medical bills and more. Mang Toribio
was able to redeem their mortgaged farm on time for the next planting
season, pay off all their debts and still had enough to put away in the
bank.
Dadong, now Padre Diosdado of the
Franciscan Order, is an octogenarian who continues to live among the
poorest of the poor in a far-flung fishing village somewhere in
Mindoro. And every time someone would ask him to recall his experience,
his face would break into a beatific smile: “ The Lord sent down
one of His saints to help us that day.”
But Yaya
Duliang vehemently disagreed. To the day she died, she continued to
affirm that Dadong, the boy who was pure of heart, had been one of the
few beneficiaries of Judas Escariot, the soul cursed to roam
the earth until judgment day or until 14,700 coins had been given away.
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