Holy Thursday — The Beginning of the Triduum

Today, we enter the Triduum.

We sit with Jesus at the table.

He takes the bread, gives thanks, and breaks it.

“This is my body given for you…

do this in remembrance of me.” — Luke 22:19

And then — betrayal.

“One of you will betray me.” — Matthew 26:21

The question rises:

Is it I?

And if I am honest —

it is.

Not in grand ways,

but in the small turnings away,

the quiet resistances of the heart.

Then He kneels.

“He poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet.” — John 13:5

This was the work of a servant.

The lowest place.

And yet — it is Him.

Peter resists.

I understand that.

Because I would resist too.

I do not like my feet touched.

There is something too exposed in it —

too vulnerable.

And yet, this is where He comes.

At my parish, this moment is reenacted.

A few come forward.

I remain seated.

But in my heart, I know —

He is not asking from a distance.

He is asking me.

I see myself there now.

He kneels before me.

Not above —

but below.

His hands take my foot.

Water is poured.

The dust of the day —

the unnoticed dirt,

the small things I carry —

washed away.

Then the other.

No words.

No judgment.

Only this quiet, humbling love.

And something in me resists —

and yields at the same time.

Because to let Him do this

is to admit I need Him.

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God Bless 🙏💕