walking in grace

Dinner On Thursday

It’s Thursday.

On another Thursday, Jesus and His Twelve returned to Jerusalem, for the time of Passover was soon. Streets were still crowded. But a place was reserved just for them. A borrowed room.

At evening they gathered. Can you see them there? Around the table, a bit crowded, each eaning forward, left arm propped on the table. Legs behind them?

The conversation is robust. The food satisfying.

Then the atmosphere changes. What did He say? He can’t mean me! It would never be me, Jesus!

One prods the other. Ask Him who He means.

Jesus takes a piece of bread and sops it into a bowl and offers it to one of the twelve. An offering of love; a chance to confess. Come back. But the one took the sop and ate.

It was him who would betray Jesus.

The room gets roudy again. Disciples arguing over who is the greatest. Always worried about that. The conversation is getting heated. Pride building. Huffing.

What’s that I hear? Is that water? Long water finding a basin. Wait. The room quiets.

Jesus unwraps His outer garment and lays a towel across His bent knee. He begins to wash the feet of these people He loves beyond all reason. He’s teaching again. With His words and by His actions. If you are worried about being the greatest, watch me. This is how you become great. Do this…

Jesus finds His place again at the table. Next to the disciple whom He loved.

Did you see Judas slip away?

Jesus passes the wine and breaks the bread. While they eat and drink He offers a new covenant. A new reminder.

His body will be the last perfect Lamb. A sacrifice that won’t need repeating.

Do they fully understand it yet? No. But the room fills with song just the same.

Now where are they going?Ahh. Yes. The garden. Near the Mount of Olives. Jesus loves to teach in that place.

What? Jesus just warned Peter of his weakness? I can’t believe it.  Neither can Peter! Never. Jesus, I would never.

Three times, Peter. Before the rooster crows.


Jesus continues teaching, trying to spill it out while there’s still time, because the time is short. Jesus tells his friends… wait friends? Yes.

“Love one another. Abide in me. You can’t do it without me.” That’s what I heard.  What about you?

Jesus begins to pray. His Twelve, I mean His Eleven, follow after Him, but only so far. Jesus prays hard while the others fall hard asleep.

Did you hear those last two lines? “Father, take it from me. But not my will, only Yours.”

What’s that noise? What’s happening?

The one who slipped away has returned with a kiss, bringing with it a sword.

I’m so grateful to know what they didn’t.

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