Tomorrow will be the beginning of the earthly end.
There’s no record of what happened on Wednesday, before Thursday’s Last Supper. But I can imagine.
They were gathered in that house with the Upper Room. Mary and Martha had prepared the supper. Jesus had to have been remembering. Can’t you imagine the scene?
Jesus looks over at Peter and stares with a smile on his face.
“What?” asks Peter.
And Jesus says, “I’m just remembering that night when you stepped out of the boat and started walking out to me.” Jesus’ smile gets broader, “I wish you could have seen the look on your face when you started sinking.”
John joins in, “Yeah, I remember that. ‘Help me, Lord, I’m sinking.’”
“Well, John, you’ve nothing to laugh about,” the Master interjects with a broader smile. “Remember that time you put your mother up to asking for a special place in the pecking order? Did you think you were fooling anyone?”
One of the others would have responded, “That’s right, John, we were on to you.” And that would have initiated a memory about the other one. The wicks in the lanterns must have been getting short that night before they quit their reminiscences. They surely talked about the Samaritan woman, the first evangelist. And no doubt they remembered the tears of joy when Jesus proclaimed the daughter was not dead but asleep. Who would have laughed the hardest when they talked about Martha throwing the temper tantrum because her sister was slacking off? Only three years had passed, but there was a lifetime of memories. How much wine do you suppose they drank that night as they laughed and cried their way through the experiences of being the friend of this prophet, this teacher, this soon to be Savior.
Abide with me, Lord, that I, too, may have a lifetime of memories of being with you. Amen.
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