These are the holiest of Days. Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday: each one is unique and each days events and liturgies take us inexorably and deeply into the life and death and life of Christ. Not an easy journey. Not a simple task.
One of the things that sweeps me up into this experience, almost every time, is the liturgy of this particular night. The Eucharist is a memorial of the first time we shared Body and Blood together in Christ. "Do this in remembrance of me." We turn the world topsy-turvy and have the leaders of the sacramental life of the Church wash the feet of those who draw near for a true witness of what we should be living out every day...Servanthood in Christ to all. We watch with sorrow and horror and heavy-lidded fatigue as the sanctuary is denuded and stripped. And all of this is to put us in mind of that moment when it all turned to darkness and shadows around Jesus.
Still, life demans out attention. Children need to be fed and washed and cared for. We need to sleep and rise and live. We move closer to, and then away from, this sacred plot of earth we call our church. It is impossible to remain too long in this particular wilderness. After all, some of us still have to file our taxes before Monday.
But now, tonight, it all slows down. It becomes intimate. We step out of the rest of it all for a brief respite, and all for a taste of the purest fellowship that exists for us as Christ-followers in this lifetime: agape'. The love-feast of fellowship and mutual service. The chance to actually live for an evening as we are supposed to live out the rest of our lives.
Maundy Thursday: Do this in remembrance of me....