Tonight, we do several things. We celebrate and commemorate the institution of the Holy Eucharist. In our observance of Holy Week, we turn from the joy and celebration of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday to the bleak horror of Good Friday. Last Sunday, we joined the crowds 2,000 years ago in Jerusalem, shouting “Hosanna” and waving palm branches. Tonight, we will leave the church in darkness and watch with him in Gethsemane. Tomorrow, we will walk the way of the Cross with him, keep company at the foot of the cross and see him laid in a tomb.
But, first, we will do what Jesus did on his last night. We will join him in the feast he shared with his disciples on that night. When we share this bread and this wine, we join with those countless numbers throughout history who have done this. This is not just a symbolic representation; each time we participate in the Eucharist we participate in his death until he comes again. This food and drink save us from spiritual thirst and hunger, nurturing our souls and freeing us from the bondage of sin and death.
We are saved so we can offer to others the abundant life, the generosity that Jesus offers us. In the words from our Prayer Book, we are called to “offer ourselves, our souls and bodies as a reasonable, holy and living sacrifice.” If Jesus, in his last hours did this for us, can we do anything less for others?
Theologians debate how well Jesus knew the fate that awaited him. I’m sure he did not need his divinity to give him a pretty good idea. He was challenging the Empire of his day—an empire not known for gentility towards those who challenged it—challenging the divinity of the Emperor and calling for a Kingdom of God as opposed to the kingdom of earthly power and force before him. He knew that the end was in sight and a grim, painful end it would be. The Romans would cheerfully line the roads leading into Jerusalem with crosses holding Jews showing what Rome would do to any who would disrupt the Emperor’s peace. This was the time of the Passover, when thousands upon thousands of Jewish pilgrims converged on Jerusalem. And Jesus has spent the week being proclaimed king by the crowds. The Romans would not, could not, tolerate that. Jesus knew where his path would certainly lead him the next day.
What would you do on what you expect to be your last night? Here’s what Jesus did: he held a dinner for his friends. He broke bread with them. And tonight, he calls us to his table, and invites us to remember him when we break bread—every time we do—at the altar, in our homes, wherever we are. We do this in remembrance of him, until he comes again.
But there’s something more: he said of the bread, “This is my body.” The bread and those who share it are the Body of Christ, which was given for the world. I have heard the Eucharist described as, “The Body of Christ receiving the Body of Christ to become more fully the Body of Christ.”
Tomorrow, we will walk in the way of the Cross. Some of us will gather here tomorrow to do that symbolically and others from Pope Benedict to the poorest peasant will do that in other places around the world. But these times of war and economic uncertainty remind us that people walk in the way of the Cross in other ways every day.
- When we lose a loved one.
- When we lose cherished relationships.
- When we’re faced with serious, even life-threatening diseases.
- When we lose jobs, with all the desperation that can bring in our lives.
- When we lose homes because of financial problems or disasters.
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