What
must he have felt, sharing in the meal
knowing
what he knew, what he had done
(but
not all of what would unfold)
the
invocation, the intoning of these words
these
words of the teacher, the master, Rabbi
changing
the ancient words of remembrance
saying
something entirely new, a new covenant
The
morsel of bread dipped, shared from His hands
His
words to go, to do that which is planned quickly
what
must he have thought, in that moment
the
doubt, the confusion, steps set in motion
unable
to return, to pull back, the wheels of time turning
His
body, His blood, in that bit of bread from Jesus
His
sacrifice, wet, dripping on his hands
Running
from the room, with the others
out
into the cold night, the world, Jerusalem
no
longer safe, within the sheepfold, out of Christ’s protection
Did
the cold greet him, like a heavy leaden cloak
or
did it hasten his steps to the Temple
to
spring the trap of evil, to capture
to
betray the One foretold, our hope, Messiah
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Edited December 21, 2012
“The Morsel of Bread – v3”
Edited December 19, 2012
“The Morsel of Bread – v2”
February 1, 2009
“The Morsel of Bread”
Matthew 26:14-30
Matthew 26:26-28
Mark 14:12-26
Mark 14:24-26
Luke 22:1-30
Luke 22:14-23
Luke 22:14-20
John 6:53-59
John 13:1-30
John 13:21-30
John 13:27-30
and sermon, “Even Me Lord?”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/sermon-even-me-lord-by-pastor-ruth-l.html
by Pastor Ruth Foss
by Pastor Ruth Foss
A Handmaiden of the Lord
Suncook United Methodist Church
Suncook, NH
February 1, 2009
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