The footwashing in John 13 is so easy to
flatten: Jesus served humbly, so go and serve others humbly (like Pope Francis washing
the feet of women, and Muslims!). Since we talk service all year long anyhow, I
wonder how on this night to fixate more on Jesus, his remarkable encounter with
confused people – and thus with us.
I love Jean Vanier’s thoughts here (even after learning of his abusive relationships, albeit now with an asterisk…): "Jesus loves us so much that he kneels in front of us so that we may begin to trust ourselves. As Jesus washes our feet, he is saying 'I trust you and I love you. You are important to me. I want you to trust yourself because you can do beautiful things for the kingdom. You can give life; you can bring peace. I want you to discover how important you are. All I am asking is that you believe in yourself because you are a beloved child of God.'"
I
don't usually re-narrate biblical scenes at length, but on Maundy Thursday I
invite my people to imagine that first Holy Thursday night. Maybe like
Palm Sunday, the disciples were in a buoyant, expectant mood (it was Passover,
after all, an evening of jubilation!), while Jesus was mired in a more somber
apprehension of what was to come. They sang Psalms - any or all of
113-118. What did their voices sound like? Did Jesus or one of the others lead?
Did they harmonize? How did "Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the
death of his saints” (in Psalm 116, our lection for the day!) or “This is the
day the Lord has made” (from 118) resonate with Jesus and the rest of
them? This is the preaching angle I often suggest: instead of asking
about takeaways or relevance to me today, I just ask people to marvel over what
happened then.
Beyond any doubt, Jesus stared at that bread and caught a vision of what
would happen to his own flesh the next day. And then he peered into the wine
and glimpsed an image of the blood he would shed. How haunting, lovely,
gripping, poignant.
When they ate, what did they think? We quiz candidates for ordination about their theology of the Eucharist; just to be clear, a struggling seminarian and even the frankly less than average churchgoer today understands more of what was going on that the disciples did. Austin Farrer (in his unfortunately out of print Crown of the Year) put it beautifully:
“Jesus
gave his body and blood to his disciples in bread and wine. Amazed at such a
token, and little understanding what they did, Peter, John and the rest reached
out their hands and took their master and their God. Whatever else they knew or
did not know, they knew they were committed to him… and that they, somehow,
should live it out.” I like that. We are mystified – but we know we
receive Jesus himself, and we are thereby committed to him, come what
may. As N.T. Wright rightly suggested, when we eat and drink at the
Lord’s table, “we become walking shrines, living temples in whom the living
triune God truly dwells.”
What do our people think as they amble slowly forward? I invite them into what Martin Sheen said to Krista Tippett in an On Being episode: “How can we understand these great mysteries of the church? I don’t have a clue. I just stand in line and say Here I am, I’m with them, the community of faith. This explains the mystery, all the love. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed, just watching people in line. It’s the most profound thing. You just surrender yourself to it.”
Inclusivity
is debated – but how inclusive was Jesus? Jürgen Moltmann (in The Church in the Power of the Spirit): “The
Lord’s supper takes place on the basis of an invitation which is as open as the
outstretched arms of Christ on the cross. Because he died for the
reconciliation of ‘the world,’ the world is invited to reconciliation in the
supper.”
In my book Worshipful: Living Sunday Morning All Week, I quote these words and then turn to the lovely interview Krista Tippett had a while back with Father Greg Boyle, whose ministry with gang members in California is impressive and moving: “We’ve wrestled the cup out of Jesus’ hand and we’ve replaced it with a chalice because who doesn’t know that a chalice is more sacred than a cup, never mind that Jesus didn’t use a chalice?” Then he told how he asked an abused orphan and former gang member in his program, “What did you do for Christmas?” The young man said he cooked a turkey “ghetto-style,” and invited six other guys to join him. When he named them, Boyle recognized them as members of warring gangs. As he pondered them cooking together on Christmas day, he wondered, “So what could be more sacred than seven orphans, enemies, rivals, sitting in a kitchen waiting for a turkey to be done? Jesus doesn't lose any sleep that we will forget that the Eucharist is sacred. He is anxious that we might forget that it’s ordinary, that it’s a meal shared among friends.”
A few years ago, it occurred to me that my reflections on something as stupendous and tender as Maundy Thursday were growing stale. How to find a new wrinkle? I tend to forget that Maundy Thursday includes Jesus bolting out into the dark to pray in Gethsemane – and being arrested. On that prayer of agony, I am always moved by Jesus Christ Superstar’s “I Only Want to Say.” I’ve made a point over the years of correcting a popular image of Gethsemane – that of Heinrich Hoffman’s “Christ in Gethsemane” (hanging in the Riverside Church, NY) – Jesus praying placidly, well-coiffed, almost as if saying his bedtime prayers. Willem Dafoe captured that searing agony in Martin Scorsese’s Last Temptation of Christ.
And
then, of course, the poignancy of Judas’s kiss, and the arrest – and I am
continually mentioning the detail that I can’t and don’t even want to
explain: in John 18:6 Jesus says, “I am he.” What happened
next? “The soldiers drew back and fell to the ground.” Wow.
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