Posted by: livingscripture | April 18, 2019

HOLY THURSDAY

FRIENDS and SERVANTS of the WORD
HOLY THURSDAY April 18, 2019

WORD of the DAY

So, during supper, fully aware that the Father had put everything into his power and that he had come from God and was returning to God, he rose from supper and took off his outer garments. He took a towel and tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and dry them with the towel around his waist.
(John 13: 3-4)

How shall I live this Word?

John gives us a very detailed account of the multiplication of the loaves but He does not narrate the Last Supper. He does not emphasize the rite of the Jewish Passover fulfilled by that of the new Passover. What he remembers is the unique gesture: Jesus takes a basin of water, puts on an apron, and washes the feet of those present. It is an embarrassing gesture for the one who does it, but especially in this case, also for the one who receives it. Allowing one’s feet to be washed by someone important and beloved like Jesus, makes one react and Peter does precisely this. It is hard to receive a gift, to accept the generosity of another, without profiting by it. These are the dimensions of the gift and the gratuity that are so difficult to become human in us. And yet, the passion, death, and resurrection of Jesus teach precisely this.

Lord, the one movement of love between You and the other gives meaning to our life. Let us not attack, sterilize, or nullify it. Help us to love, without reserve, like you.

THE VOICE OF Elisabeth Bürstenbinder, Author

Easter had come, the feast of light and liberation for all of nature! The winter had given its farewell, wrapped in a dark veil of mists, and spring was approaching over the swirling running clouds. He had sent his messengers of storm to awaken the earth from the long sleep, and they quivered on woods and floors, flapping their wings on the mighty peaks of the alp and upsetting the sea from the depths. He was in the air like a struggle and a wild lowing, and yet a cry of victory came out of it: for among the storms of spring, quivering with life, the resurrection was proclaimed.

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