Holy Thursday

images.jpeg It’s what Christians call, Holy Week, the mournful drum roll to Good Friday, when Jesus died on the cross.

Holy Thursday commemorates The Last Supper, Jesus’s last meal, when he shared bread and wine with his Apostles to more or less say good bye.

It was also when he washed the feet of all those gathered, teaching humility, saying, not all of you are clean, because he knew who betrayed him.

This is done during the mass, the priest presiding on his knees, washing the feet of 12 faithful parishioners.

It’s a very solemn service for all those attending.

But the part most moving is when, at the end of the mass, the Priest strips the altar clean…hence, all his life was stripped from him, so we strip the altar in remembrance.

The candles are blown out, overhead lights dimmed, as everything is taken away before all present, silently, with great humility, file out.

The symbolism is so powerful because it becomes so personal, every loss you’ve ever had taking its place beside you.

It’s no wonder people leave in tears, their wounds wide open.

It was heartbreaking witnessing the burning of the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

One can’t help but to wonder if God, so disappointed in his children, didn’t destroy his own house.

Yes, relics were saved as candles stayed lit, God mewling, we can still be redeemed, it’s not too late, but God only knows…images-3.jpeg we need to do better, a lot better, before it is, indeed, too late.

SB

 

 

 

 

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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15 Responses to Holy Thursday

  1. Vasca says:

    Lovely, moving thoughts, Suzanne. It was extremely sad to see the beautiful Notre Dame burning…thankfully many precious artifacts survived. It was crammed full on Palm Sunday…it’s last service. God is loving and merciful. He’s also long-suffering. That’s good because things around us certainly crumble. I’m a child of His and I’m thankful He tolerates me. Talking to Him is good but listening to Him is even better/wiser. Thanks for your most thoughtful post. Hugs! .

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    • Without a doubt I have an extreme case of melancholia. Could be the week, a Catholic by trade, though lapsed due for many reasons, still in my blood. Churches where I live are being sold and gutted, high rises replacing steeples and stained glass. It’s bewildering, the world changing at the speed of light in ways I’ll never understand. Happy Easter Vasca.

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      • Vasca says:

        How sad so many churches are being razed…that seems to be the trend these days. I don’t understand the mindset that prevails; guess I am naive. Okay, I know I am. Our youngest grandson…21 years old…is hospitalized after his second attempt at suicide. He has something buried deep within that he just can’t get it out; he’s terribly angry with himself and God. There’s so much anger and unhappiness around us. If indeed we’ve sunk as low as we can go perhaps we can rise out of the ashes. With God all things are possible. I pray we will hang onto Him and do some positive things. Melancholia is my companion these days, Susannah. It’s okay, it really is okay.

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    • Thank you for writing. Have a happy Easter.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    What a beautiful description of the rites, Susannah. I believe (and hope I’m right) that we have sunk as low as we can go and will slowly begin to rise with more open minds and hearts. The young people today show a lot of promise.

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  3. Sorryless says:

    SB,

    I recently watched “Passion of the Christ”. I find my religion more so this time of year than even at Christmas. Maybe it’s because the commercial aspects of it are not as in your face than over the holidays, when every greeting is a sell. I don’t know, I just feel it more this time of year.

    Religion is very personal to me. My faith is my own. Which makes me a lousy parishioner.

    Beautiful writing to which I found myself nodding my head throughout. As per. 🙂

    Peace and good things

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  4. Your writing about Maundy Thursday was very touching.

    In our last church, the altar was stripped while the choir chanted a psalm. We all found it meaningful, but that doesn’t have the clout of the ceremony of washing feet. I’ve never experienced that.

    You may be a lapsed Catholic, but I believe God lives in your heart. Because Jesus was broken for us, we can live in his grace–loving God and helping others.

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    • How beautiful Anne. Thanks for writing that.
      I was a little Catholic girl for a long time, its rites and rituals instilled in me. Though I don’t attend anymore, my hearing loss another reason, I’ll always love Thursday best of the three sacred days. Had my feet washed once. It’s quite a moment to be seated on the altar in a high back chair while a man of the cloth, as they were called when I was young, kneels before you. Doesn’t get much trippier than that. Have a Happy Holiday.

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      • Although I didn’t grow up with rites and rituals, they mean s lot to me now. Good Friday was the easiest of the services to play and Easter one of the hardest.

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      • That’s interesting Anne, since it’s usually the other way around. I loved Easter because of my basket of chocolate and the fact, my parents called a truce. They didn’t chase each other with frying pans and flower pots for that nice, long, pastel weekend, bonnets on. Good Friday meant fish, lots of it. Our house smelled like low tide. Sensory perceptions reign supreme here at athingirl.com. It’s always kind of you to take the time to write to me. 🙂

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  5. I told John and grandson David about your house smelling like low tide, and they laughed. That was a really good line.

    We went to the Good Friday service at noon today. John was supposed to sing the chant, but his flu-voice cracked when he tested it, so he read his part instead. Catholics and Lutherans are first cousins, you know. The service we did was Western Rite–something you might have recognized from your young years. The pastor preached on one sentence from the cross, “It is finished.” Everything needed for the forgiveness of our sins was finished, and we must not let anyone take that comfort from us.

    I hope you will have some good chocolate for Easter.

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