Maundy Thursday


“That rhythm of private and public is what we find, sharply and starkly, in the events of Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. Today, Jesus takes the disciples into a private room, and the door is shut. Nobody else knows what’s going on. But the words he says there in private, and still more the small but earth-shattering actions he performs, will turn within twenty-four hours into the most ghastly and shocking display of God in public: God shamed and mocked, God beaten up and humiliated, God stripped naked and hung up to die. You can’t get more public than crucifixion by the main west road out of Jerusalem. And, as in fact you can observe throughout Jesus’ ministry, you need that rhythm of private and public at every stage. The private without the public becomes gnosticism, escapism, a safe and narcissistic spirituality. But the public without the private becomes political posturing, meaningless gestures, catching the eye without engaging the heart. We need both; and the events through which we live today enable us to inhabit both, and be strengthened thereby for the ministries both private and public to which we are called.” – N. T. Wright

I wonder what Jesus was thinking about the day before He was to die? Was he easily frustrated because He knew what was coming? Was He annoyed with the fact that His disciples still didn’t “get it”? Or was He committed to the goal, focused on the mission, and ready to make a move that would change the world’s history?

Today is one of the days of the year that I find myself the most reflective and mindful to what Jesus did to 2000 years ago. Maundy Thursday or Holy Thursday is the one drum beat and timpani strike that sound off that allow us to hold our breath in anticipation for what is about to happen. It is the crescendo , the climax, the all encompassing move of emotion. Not a holding of the breath with excitement, but more of a time to know that the God that lives us so fiercely put his fierceness on full display for the whole  world to see by having His Son die!

My breath is held and I wait in anticipation for the opportunity to peek inside of the tomb and see that it is empty.


And if you are in Charlotte this Easter, click on the picture at the top


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