We stand in the middle of this week reflecting on the entry of Jesus into Jerusalem with palms, yet knowing what is coming. There is the touching gathering of the beloved community that we know as the Last Supper. It is a moment of tenderness and also betrayal for Jesus.
I remember as a youth the very first time that our church really emphasized Maundy Thursday. We came together in the fellowship hall with tables set up in the form of a cross. There were the usual white paper tablecloths but with a purple ribbon down the middle. A cup and bread sat at the foot of the table cross. The simple story of the meal in the upper room was read. The bread and cup were consecrated then shared. We all departed in silence. I felt both awe and sadness. Both are part of the journey of Holy Week.