I have tried over the years to imagine what it must have been like to be at the Last Supper. I haven’t had much success.
The slightest wrinkle in my life causes me so much agita that I can’t sit to eat anything. How Jesus was able to join his disciples for a meal and be focused enough to teach them about humility (with the washing of the feet) and about the Eucharist simply beggars my imagination.
Trying to figure out how the Apostles reacted to the unusual preparations for the feast and then to the whole drama with Judas defeats me completely.
And so… and so I sit there quietly in the church allowing the rhythms of the liturgy to carry me along and I am content to be a spectator whose view is blocked but who appreciates the supreme value of what unfolds before me.
I wish you a prayerful and powerful Triduum.
[Image by Lorenzo Monaco, dated 1390]