Luke 22:14-20 When the hour came, he took his place at the table, and the apostles with him. He said to them, “I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer; for I tell you, I will not eat it until it is fulfilled in the kingdom of God.” Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he said, “Take this and divide it among yourselves; for I tell you that from now on I will not drink of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes.” Then he took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” And he did the same with the cup after supper, saying, “This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood.
The Party is over, or…
Brandon had gone to the grocery store and bought a king’s feast. He had filet mignon, asparagus with bacon, redskin potatoes to mash, and his dad’s favorite blueberry pie for desert. After making sure he had everything, Brandon called his mom and dad and invited them over for a grand meal. He spent all day preparing and making ready for his dinner party. This was the first time that Brandon had ever done this for anyone, so he spent a lot of time on YouTube and the Food Network learning how to prepare everything perfectly. Brandon’s parents arrived around 5pm and the tiny apartment was filled with some incredible aromas. The mood was casual and light, as Brandon and his folks began to chat and laugh. He served his parents the feast, and they couldn’t believe what their son was able to do, even asking which restaurant he had called up. After dinner, Brandon served the pie to his parents and sat back looking at them as they enjoyed the pie, laughing all the time at the rare moment. It was then that Brandon informed his parents that his unit had been called up, and he was going into an active battle arena. The mood immediately shifted to shock and disbelief. This might be the last meal they shared with Brandon, ever, and that hung in the air between them.
Three years of travel, laughs, pain, miracles, hardship, and family. This final meal with Jesus was the culmination of all those things and more. Jesus had been preparing his disciples for his impending departure, but they didn’t seem to understand. As Jesus watched his friends talk and rib each other as they had always done, I imagine it was a bittersweet moment for him. Jesus knew that this would be the last Passover meal they would eat together, but that what he was about to do marked the beginning of eternity. Jesus knew that this would not be the last time they would be together, not really, though possibly on this side of eternity. Jesus also knew that his true purpose was just beginning. Luke tells us earlier that Jesus, just before entering Jerusalem “set his jaw like a flint,” meaning he clenched his teeth and determinedly moved forward to complete the Father’s will. Before Jesus goes, he gives his disciples and all of us a memory. Jesus uses the bread and cup to signify what was about to happen, with the sole purpose of having us remember. I believe that Jesus wants all of us to remember where he found us, and where we have walked with him. Each step on the road is significant, but the most significant was the place where we took the bread and the cup of Jesus’ sacrifice, and he wants us to remember it. So right now, stop whatever you are doing, and remember. Never forget the moment and reflect on God’s goodness and sacrifice.
On Today’s Road: Some of us reading this right now can vividly remember that spot on the road where we met Jesus and made our decision to take the bread and the cup of his sacrifice. Reflect on that and be renewed in it. Some reading have yet to make this decision. Jesus stands on the road, hands extended, holding the bread and cup of his love and sacrifice out before you. This gift is free to you but cost him everything, and he gives it to you with open hands. Take a moment and consider the offer, because the road on the other side of this moment is an adventure beyond imagination, and it never ends.