Once in a while, I get rather peckish late at night. It happened to me on around midnight and I headed to the kitchen and made myself peanut butter kaya sandwiches. I couldn't sleep well because my Synovitis (Runners' Toe) condition has recurred... after consecutive (and happy) days of 2hr long walking with D followed by a full day of wearing pointy leather shoes at the office. My body is clearly signalling something to me and it reads, "handle with care".
So there you have it: bread and wine and feet that has been through much. I have not merely celebrated Maundy Thursday but made the themes a lived experience. And with pain in my foot and bread and wine in my belly, I attended the Good Friday service with Dawn.
The service was preceded by Stations of the Cross where we parishioners recall 14 significant stations from the point He was sentenced by Pilate to the moment He was laid in the tomb. At each station, the priest would describe the circumstance, we would all then consider our involvement in the moment with a short pause for a personal silent reflection.
Three stations were most significant for me:
Station 1: Jesus is condemned. How many times have I (whether out of convenience, fear or self interest) ignored the evil wrought by others.
Station 8: the women of Jerusalem weep for Jesus. Caught up in my own cycles of ups and downs, how have I picked myself up, and yet be interested in the condition of others and of the future
Station 12: Jesus dies. There is no crown without thorns, no healing without wounds and no resurrection without death. Its a profound truth of life that ups and downs are inevitable and in fact, the rock bottom in one's life would become he place to launch us firmly back up.
As we prepare for a jubilant Easter Sunday, I wanted to share the thoughts above.
