After Luke 22:12-23
It is here, the final
Passover meal he
knows they will
share together. His
words confuse; he
speaks of imminent
suffering. He takes
a cup, calling
the wine his blood,
telling them to divide
it among themselves
and drink it. He takes
the unleavened bread,
breaking it, and calls
it his body. And they
are to drink the wine
and eat the bread
in remembrance. And
there’s more: He tells
them that the one who
betrays him sits
at the table, one
who has eaten
the bread and
drunk the cup.
Photograph by Valentina Fischer at Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
The Colosseum – Br. Roland Wakefield at The Imaginative Conservative.
Sin – two poems by Gwenallt at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
America’s professor: the afterlife of C.S. Lewis – David Davis at The Spectator.
Glorifying War? Reflections on Hollywood’s 1951 Adaptation of The Red Badge of Courage – Heath Anderson at Emerging Civil War.
Fogs & Smogs of Old London – Spitalfields Life.
My Old Friend is Ripping Down Posters of Kidnapped Children – Candace Mittel Kahn at The Free Press.
1 comment:
Such an elegant retelling of the so familiar story, Glynn.
Blessings!
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