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This Particular Maundy Thursday

Maundy Thursday is a beautiful and heavy day. It is a day that we recognize the most precious gifts we have and where they came from: the blood and body of Christ. The promise of Christ. And it is a day that we recognize the heaviness of the betrayal in the midst of the promise. 

On this particular Maundy Thursday, I feel its weight a little more than the 25 Maundy Thursday’s I have previously felt. I feel a touch more connected to those that sat around a table; only them, quiet, unsure, glad to be together but curious as to what their futures held. Maybe a little ignorant. A little naive. I feel a touch more connected to those that shared communion in the most intimate and first way as opposed to the groups of 50, 100, and 200 I have shared communion with on Maundy Thursday before. 

And in a way, I feel the betrayal. 

Not the betrayal Jesus felt but the betrayal that those 11 other men felt around the table. They had their flesh and blood Savior sitting at the head of their table, pulling fishing nets up with them, walking dirt roads with them, speaking to crowds with them. He was their life…and He left them. One of their own snatched Him away from them right out from under their noses. They were betrayed by their normal. 

Just as we have been betrayed by our normal.

We could not comprehend the things like sharing a meal with a friend, going fishing with a friend, taking a drive with a friend, going to church with a friend that we were taking for granted. We may have appreciated them but we had come to trust their consistency so much and the normality of community so much that when it was snatched from us right from under our noses…we reared back in tears of betrayal because these are our constants! These are the little things we don’t think of, we expect to be there every day, we wash rinse and repeat daily and they are gone. Our normal betrayed us and it is dark in this betrayal.

On this particular Maundy Thursday, I feel a touch more connected to those that sat around that table because they felt the darkness and the scary and the betrayal in the shortest amount of time that felt like a lifetime. 

This time we’re in now is a betrayal of our normal. It is the darkness and the scary and it feels like a lifetime. 

But it is a season.

It is a moment of time between the betrayal and what came next.

Easter will come.

Easter is coming.

It is coming and it could not come without the Palm Sunday where we thought we knew what our normal was or without the Maundy Thursday where we sat in our ignorance and fear or without the Good Friday where we mourned and we wished for Palm Sunday again. And when the resurrection of light and peace comes…we will rejoice like the stone has been rolled away from our front doors and we have stumbled across what we took for granted all that time ago. 

So break the bread. Pour the cup. Lament the loss and the betrayal. But remember…

Easter is coming, my friends.

And it could not come as beautifully without Maundy Thursday.

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