A night to remember


It had all been arranged. The first ones there had found everything just as he had said, so they prepared the Passover meal, but with an undercurrent of unrest.

It was the beginning of the end. But it was not the end of the status quo that they feared. They had known no status quo for three years and had come to enjoy, instead, the freedom and security of His constant leadership.

No, they feared a return to a status quo existence. Uncontrollably, old questions crept back into their consciousness. Are the nets still in storage? In what condition? How will I buy the boat back? What’s the going price in the marketplace? Will they still be hiring tax collectors? None of the prospects were pleasing — like being sucked back into reality from an idyllic dream.

But once everybody had arrived and they were all reclining around the table, they pushed these thoughts aside, wanting most of all to remember this evening. They looked long into the faces surrounding them, committing these moments to memory in the warm glow of the candlelight. They knew it would never be the same again.

It was a night for reminiscing. The first journey with Him. The first time they realized who He was. Their first time out… two by two.

It was a night for laughter. Well-turned phrases were turned once more. Personal idiosyncrasies were bandied about, and they each found comfort in the humor of one another’s humanness. The camaraderie was strong. Three years had been a long time.

Once in a while, the laughter would be uncomfortably boisterous and then, in the split-second stillness that followed, they would once again feel the foreboding undertow tugging at their thoughts.

Suddenly, it was a night of bewilderment. “What? A betrayer on the inside? Is it I, Lord?”

“Whatever you must do, do it quickly.”

Most of all, it was a night to remember — a night we’re still remembering.

A cup went by… something about His last taste of wine until the kingdom. And then the bread. He always broke it for them, but this time He said it was His body. They winced, as He tore at it again and again, and they swallowed hard as their portions went down.

Then it was deathly silent, and all eyes were on Him. He lifted the vessel and poured another cup of the deep purple liquid. Then He held it up and said, “Drink from it. All of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.”

The cup went slowly to each mouth, then passed on from hand to hand as if it were far heavier than it appeared. They would not have gone through with this had He not commanded them to do so, for they feared the taste of all that lay ahead. They wanted to stop this moment — to hold it in the cup forever. Instead, they endured slow, hesitating sips under quick glances from reddened eyes.

And then they sang a hymn and went out into the night.

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Jesus also said they were to “do this” as often as they ate this bread and drank this cup so as to remember His death until He returns. When do you suppose that would be? The second Sunday of every month in church? The first Sunday of every other month? On the Thursday before Good Friday (today)? Or how about every time they sat down to eat, because wine and bread were a part of every supper, not just this last one?

There was nothing special about “this” bread or “this” cup except that they were the bread and cup that happened to be there. Surely He meant that, don’t you think? And does an ordained minister have to do it? Why? None of them were ordained. Don’t wait for some sanctimonious practice to make this official. It wasn’t like that. It was an ordinary part of an ordinary supper. You can make it official whenever you want.

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4 Responses to A night to remember

  1. John A Fagliano says:

    I remember reading this. (can’t believe it’s been that long) but I sure don’t always remember it every time I eat. Thanks for the reminder that Jesus and His followers were all very human. Let’s all have a blessed dinner tonight.

  2. Andrew P. says:

    Beautiful, John, just beautiful.

  3. Elizabeth says:

    What a wonderful thought: Do this every time you eat, and make it official any time you want.

  4. hahimes says:

    Amen. Thank You Jesus. The ordinary becoming sacred, and the sacred coming to us where we are.

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