Hosting the Last Supper (Part 3)
As we enter both Easter and Passover, we asked our bloggers to give their thoughts on what it would have been like to host the Last Supper. Most people know the story but never consider who the hosts were or what it must have been like to be asked to host the momentous occasion. Here is part 3 as our bloggers present their unique perspectives on this idea:
Passover in Jerusalem is always a special time. The city teems with people all looking for places to celebrate and remember our great deliverance from Egypt. Deliverance, that’s what we need. Just like in Egypt, we are yet again under the control of another people. This time its Rome and they are not easier taskmasters than the Egyptians were. Our ancient longings for liberation are at an anguished peak.
The young teacher from Galilee speaks about freedom. He keeps coming to Jerusalem and each time more people listen and follow him. He heals people and imagine, he even talks to women as equals! He angers our leaders by saying his Father sent him. They seem to be constantly at odds with him. Being an Essene myself, I do understand the issues. More than his teaching, its his interpretation and authority they question. That should not surprise, since those in power are always suspicious of voices other than their own.
He came to my house last night. Earlier in the day, I had a message that I should host and make a meal for the young teacher and his disciples on this special night when all our people together commemorate God’s great deliverance from Egypt. I saw him from the door where I was watching as he sat at my table with his disciples. I heard his words and saw how he loved them all. My heart broke when I saw that not all who followed him really understood what he was saying. And his words were shocking.
Our minds were filled with images of that first Passover – of lambs and blood and unleavened bread, of darkness and our early morning journey out of Egypt, of Pharaoh’s chariots and the miracle of the parted sea. But his words, how could we understand them? He spoke of a different kind of deliverance, the wine and the bread as his body, his flesh and blood in place of lambs, and our hearts understood. He drank my wine and ate my bread, he dipped at my table last night and I’ll never be the same. Now I know this new deliverance. I’ll eat his bread and drink his wine.
As a practical person living in the here and now I will think about me now having Jesus and the 12 over. I am me now and they are them then. A bit odd I know.
After hearing the news that I am to host the Last Supper or a Seder meal on the eve of Passover for Jesus (aka God ) and the 12 disciples, I am thrown into a ' Martha ' panic.
Spring or Passover cleaning will have to take place as the dust bunnies keep wafting out from under the couch and presenting themselves on the rug.
Shall I buy 'Kosher for Passover' food? Would Jesus mind if a few items were from non-Kosher places?
How do I prepare my heart and make it Kosher?
Preparations done and having enlisted the help of the most amazing cook in the world, my Mother-in-law, set up the table in the very limited space in the living room and announced to all other guests they will be eating standing or on their knees, I can think of the 'Mary' side.
I am quite desperate to hear anything Jesus has to say and have many questions to ask. I feel quite foolish but I need the encouragement. I want the connection.
Due to the masses/meal/lack of space/noise/responsibility, I doubt if I will be able to get near so I will tape my telephone under the table to record everything. This way I can listen again and again and not get mixed up and forget anything.
My husband, being theologically trained, can talk to people (I will give him a list of questions I want asked in case he gets the chance). My sons, being young and strong, can be guards in charge of crowd control and be on the lookout for troublemakers.
I think I will tear up a lot. I am doing it now! The magnitude of the event is not lost on me. I so want this personal encounter.
New name : Mary Two Shoes! Or is it Martha Two Shoes