Thursday, April 9, 2009

Holy Week - The Last Supper

When it was evening, he came with the twelve. And when they had taken their places and were eating, Jesus said, ‘Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me, one who is eating with me.’ They began to be distressed and to say to him one after another, ‘Surely, not I?’ He said to them, ‘It is one of the twelve, one who is dipping bread into the bowl with me. For the Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that one by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that one not to have been born.’

While they were eating, he took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to them, and said, ‘Take; this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, and all of them drank from it. He said to them, ‘This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. Truly I tell you, I will never again drink of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.’

When they had sung the hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.

Mark 14:17-26

Almighty Father, whose dear Son, on the night before he suffered, instituted the Sacrament of his Body and Blood: mercifully grant that we may receive it thankfully in remembrance of Jesus Christ our Lord, who in these holy mysteries gives us a pledge of eternal life; and who now lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

(Book of Common Prayer, p.274)

The painting above is another in the series titled "The Passion of Christ" by New York artist, Doug Blanchard. Doug blogs as Counterlight at Counterlight's Peculiars.

UPDATE: Jane at Acts of Hope has a lovely sermon posted. Below is a snippet that struck me forcefully, but do read it in its entirety.

This evening we celebrate what Jesus did the night before he died.

When you know you’re going to die,
you want to be with the people you love the most
and you concentrate every bit of wisdom in your body and soul
into a few words or gestures;
you compress them in time;
you leave them as a testament.


  1. I love the picture. I REALLY have to meet Doug one of these days.

  2. These paintings are moving. Thank you for introducing them to me Mimi. I have bookmarked the page and will return to them again I am certain.

  3. Hi RB! I've missed you. I was going to send you an email to find out what had happened to you, but then you began popping up in blogland, so I knew you were OK.

    You and Doug are in the same city. You should meet. Then you can tell me all about what he's REALLY like.

    Renz, I love the paintings. The more I look, the more I like.


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