He broke the unleavened bread and poured the crimson wine, knowing the burden quickly approached. It was the Passover meal--a meal of which His disciples had partaken since childhood, now to be transformed beyond their finite comprehension.
In mere hours the love of Jesus would lead Him to a bloody death.
I imagine these moments with were precious.
Though the Father had instituted the meal itself centuries prior as a remembrance of His deliverance of the Israelites from Egyptian slavery, ultimate deliverance rested on the heals of His Son. He would be named "our Passover" for He announced freedom to every soul who called out, "Lord, forgive and redeem me."
"Freedom?" Freedom. Abundance. Life as designed by our Creator--for His glory and our fulfillment.
Freedom to love.
Freedom to thrive.
Freedom to rejoice...regardless.
After they ate, He girded Himself and dropped His knees to the dusty ground. With the feet of His friends resting one-by-one in the palms of His calloused, carpenter hands, He took the towel and washed their feet--even the feet of His betrayer. Even the feet of His betrayer. Let that sink.
Today is Maundy Thursday. And we remember.