What must Judas have felt, sharing in the meal
the invocation, the intoning of the new 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
doubt, confusion, yet steps set in motion
unable to return, to pull back
wheels of time turning, no chance to stop
His body, His blood, these strange word
His sacrifice, His life, not a king like Caesar
the life of Jesus dripping on his hands
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Edited October 23, 2013
“The Morsel of Bread – v10”
Edited October 9, 2013
“The Morsel of Bread – v8”
(editing original again)
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
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Suncook
United Methodist Church
Suncook,
NH
February 1, 2009
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