The Kisses Of An Enemy Are Deceitful

Luk 22:48  But Jesus said unto him, Judas, betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss?  

The kisses of an enemy are deceitful.  

Let me be on my guard when the world puts on a loving face, for it will, if possible, betray me as it did my Master, with a kiss. 

Whenever a man is about to stab religion, he usually professes very great reverence for it.

Let me beware of the sleek-faced hypocrisy which is armour-bearer to heresy and infidelity. 

Knowing the deceivableness of unrighteousness, let me be wise as a serpent to detect and avoid the designs
of the enemy. 

The young man, void of understanding, was led astray by the kiss of the strange woman: may my soul be so graciously instructed all this day, that “the much fair speech” of the world may have no effect upon me.

Holy Spirit, let me not, a poor frail son of man, be betrayed with a kiss!
 
But what if I should be guilty of the same accursed sin as Judas, that son of perdition?
 
I have been baptized into the name of the Lord Jesus; I am a member of his visible Church; I sit at the communion table: all these are so many kisses of my lips.

Am I sincere in them? If not, I am a base traitor. 

Do I live in the world as carelessly as others do, and yet make a profession of being a follower of Jesus? Then I must expose religion to ridicule, and lead men to speak evil of the holy name by which I am called. Surely if I act thus inconsistently I am a Judas, and it were better for me that I had never been born.

Dare I hope that I am clear in this matter? Then, O Lord, keep me so. O Lord, make me sincere and true. Preserve me from every false way.

Never let me betray my Saviour. I do love thee, Jesus, and though I often grieve thee, yet I would desire to abide faithful even unto death.

O God, forbid that I should be a high-soaring professor, and then fall at last into the lake of fire, because I betrayed my Master with a kiss.
 
~Charles Spurgeon~