What must he have
felt, sharing in the meal
knowing what he
knew, what he had done
(but not all of
what would unfold that day)
Christ’s invocation,
the intoning of these words
these words of the
teacher, the Master, their 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
so many doubts, confusion,
steps already 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 yet upon 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, destiny
to spring the trap
of evil, to capture
to betray the One
foretold, our hope, the Messiah
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Edited September 8, 2013
“The Morsel of Bread – v7”
(editing version 3)
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?”
by
Pastor Ruth Foss
Suncook
United Methodist Church
Suncook,
NH
February 1, 2009
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