Jesus was their Teacher and Lord. The Greek word for Teacher is didaskalos, which is from didasko, “to teach.” The Greek word for “Lord” is kyrios, “a possessor or owner; he to whom a person or thing belongs, about which he has the power of deciding.” In the political sphere the word applied to “the sovereign, prince, chief, the Roman emperor.”

John has prepared the reader many times for this moment of revelation. By writing his gospel many years later, he wrote from a clear perspective. But as we see here, when the time actually came for Jesus to expose Judas, the disciples (including John) were “at a loss” and seemed to be clueless. They trusted Judas with the finances, because Jesus Himself seemed to trust Judas, and they probably did not even know that “he was a thief” (John 12:6) until Jesus told them later.

Judas left the Last Supper, presumably either to buy supplies for the coming Passover feast or give the customary donation to the poor on such occasions. When Judas stepped into the night, only Peter and John knew the real reason for his departure, but there can be little doubt that the others were informed almost immediately of the situation.

If the Last Supper were being held in Bethany, as Lightfoot believed, Judas had to walk about two miles in the darkness to seek out the chief priests and to receive payment for his deed. He knew that Jesus planned to go from there to the Mount of Olives, under what pretext we cannot say. It is certain that Jesus did not announce His intention to go there late that night just to be arrested.

Disney-owned FX is releasing a new adult cartoon series, “Little Demon,” about a woman who has a fling with Satan (voiced by popular actor Danny DeVito) and bears his child.

According to the show’s description, “Thirteen years after being impregnated by Satan, a reluctant mother, Laura, and her Antichrist daughter, Chrissy, attempt to live an ordinary life in Delaware but are constantly thwarted by monstrous forces, including Satan, who yearns for custody of his daughter’s soul.”

As an TV-MA cartoon in the vein of “South Park” and “Family Guy,” “Little Demon” takes it a step further with Satanic symbols, witchcraft, demonic activity, nudity, and violence.

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Standing on the ledge outside the access tunnel, Joe surveyed the lush forestlands blanketing the mountainside ridge and found them curiously compelling. Naturally twisted firs stretched eagerly above the green crest into the moist Pacific air, while here and there stands of big-leaf maple, Oregon ash and cottonwoods crowded together within the picturesque canopy. Black basalt, jutting randomly from the crag, formed countless natural lookouts on which native Indian tribes stood for hundreds of years watching the bountiful Columbia feed into the Pacific Ocean. The river’s musk was drifting up from the gorge, but the richer fragrance was of wildflowers, as if the Almighty had strewn a fresh bouquet to purify the forest of the Nephilim stench that had so recently spoiled its florid sanctuary. In stark contrast to the unrefined beauty, a metal sign on the exitway behind Joe read—U.S. MILITARY INSTALLATION: NO TRESPASSING BEYOND THIS POINT.

Along the forest’s edge the Douglas firs swayed gently, nudged by a slight Pacific breeze meandering along the wooded canyon outward toward the sea. Under the easy wave of the low-hanging limbs, droplets of morning dew fell from the branch tips onto a shimmering polder of groveling ferns that, beneath the early morning sun, appeared to be kneeling in humble obeisance to the dog.

Tater leaped from the boat deck and landed gracefully on the river’s edge. As his legs sank into the wet sand, murky fields of water seeped up in tiny brown pools around his paws. He could hear somebody or something coming down the concealed gravel way. He and Buck had discovered the logging road some years ago, back before climbing became too difficult for the old man. On a few occasions since, he had explored the abandoned route, but not lately, not since the hairy-smelly things started coming there.

Like Polyphemus the Cyclops grabbing Ulysses’s shipmates in order to gobble them up, the indomitable giant from the thicket moved with mythical speed.

Joe knew it was coming the instant he heard the enormous stride crashing through the woods and breathed the pungent odor he’d smelled inside the Dungeon. He hardly had time to reengage the M-249’s trigger before the unworldly thing was upon him. With the chugging sounds of the machine gun echoing across the canyon, the vicious chimera appeared, filled with rage and mutant strength, its bear-trap jaws opening wide a mouthful of bitter, horrible air.