Judas Dines & Dashes From the Last Supper
The waiter had just left when Bartholomew sighed and said, “Just once, I’d like to go someplace that serves something besides fish.”
The waiter had just left when Bartholomew sighed and said, “Just once, I’d like to go someplace that serves something besides fish.”
Matthew, who, as usual, was reviewing the bill because he used to be a tax collector, looked up from the table. “Twenty-nine shekels,” he announced.
John noticed Jesus reaching into His tunic. “Don’t worry, Lord,” he said. “I’ve got this one. You can cover me next time.”
Jesus smiled warmly.
Then Luke noticed the empty chair.
“Wait,” he said. “Did Judas dine and dash on us again?”
James shrugged. “He said he accidentally left his money bag with his thirty pieces of silver at a friend’s house and would be right back.”
“I doubt he’s coming back,” Thomas replied.
Jesus rolled His eyes. “Thomas, you doubt everything.”
Simon the Zealot stood up and grabbed his cloak. “I’m with Bartholomew. This is our last supper at this place.”
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