This was the last time Jesus would be together with all twelve of his apostles. So much was to be revealed that night. Betrayal. Denial. Impending and inevitable death. Servanthood. Love. It was all so much — too much — for the apostles to take in. They had spent their years with Jesus often confused and amazed. But tonight would be the epitome thus far of their confusion and amazement. I can’t imagine how difficult it was to take it all in. And yet, I do try to imagine it.
Whenever I partake in Communion I remember this night, and I can almost feel myself present in that Upper Room. The somber air. The gentle spirit of Jesus. The sudden revelation of chaos about to unfold. Events that cannot be stopped, no matter how profound our disbelief or what our wishes are.
During Communion I am sometimes in the same chaotic state the apostles must have been in: I don’t want Jesus to pour out his blood and for his body to be broken. Not this loving, frustrating, thought-provoking, challenging man who has taught us so much about God and what God wants from us. Yet the apostles had no real idea what Jesus was talking about or what was actually about to happen in the next few moments and days. But you and I know. And you and I know why it all unfolded as it inevitably did. Or at least we struggle to know why.
As was so often the case with the apostles, they didn’t quite get what they were being told. But time would reveal the meaning of the Last Supper. Today we share every week in Jesus’ act of love and the remembrance of his most precious sacrifice. We know what it represents: the cross. The literal broken body and shed blood “….for you,” for me, for us. The intensity of feeling when I realize the depth of this love is breath-taking to me. And I feel so incredibly blessed each time I receive Communion.
As I read of Jesus’ blessing of the bread and giving thanks for the cup, I was suddenly reminded of another time Jesus gave thanks at the beginning of a meal. The loaves and fishes. We still shake our heads in amazement when we recall how many Jesus fed when God worked through him to multiply the few fish and loaves of bread. Yet how many more and how eternally has he fed with one cup and one loaf of bread ?
Eli Davis