love looks like a humble servant: thoughts on maundy thursday
He knew the time had come. He knew this was the end of His days in human flesh on this earth. The hours were now numbered. What would He do with this last evening?... Heal a multitude of people? Preach a moving sermon to thousands? Make one last public appearance to perhaps show them who He is? Put on display His great might and power? No, instead He meets for dinner in a private room with his twelve disciples. His purpose was love. "He loved them to the end." (john 13:1) I am not sure why it still surprises me when God moves in a way so upside down from what we would expect. The beauty of the scene that night leaves me in awe. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The One who is spoken of in this first chapter of John demonstrate