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, ever
moving forward
that which was written long
before unfolding
His body, His blood, with us
in the memory
His sacrifice, His life, the
blood of spirit
wet, red, sacrifice, dripping
on his hands
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Edited October 17, 2013
“The Morsel of Bread – v9”
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
sermon blog
meditation blog
Suncook
United Methodist Church
Suncook,
NH
February 1, 2009
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