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… we need to do better, a lot better, before it is, indeed, too late.