Gospel Of Mark 14:12-16,22-26
This is my body; this is my blood
On the first day of Unleavened Bread, when the Passover lamb was sacrificed, his disciples said to Jesus, ‘Where do you want us to go and make the preparations for you to eat the passover?’ So he sent two of his disciples, saying to them, ‘Go into the city and you will meet a man carrying a pitcher of water. Follow him, and say to the owner of the house which he enters, “The Master says: Where is my dining room in which I can eat the passover with my disciples?” He will show you a large upper room furnished with couches, all prepared. Make the preparations for us there.’ The disciples set out and went to the city and found everything as he had told them, and prepared the Passover.
And as they were eating he took some bread, and when he had said the blessing he broke it and gave it to them. ‘Take it,’ he said ‘this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and when he had returned thanks he gave it to them, and all drank from it, and he said to them, ‘This is my blood, the blood of the covenant, which is to be poured out for many. I tell you solemnly, I shall not drink any more wine until the day I drink the new wine in the kingdom of God.’
After psalms had been sung they left for the Mount of Olives.
I choose a guided meditation method for this prayer..
Imagine a spacious table made of a thick wood – warn smooth from many sittings, generously and lovingly polished.
Jesus sits comfortably opposite me. He is relaxed but purposeful as he moves the cup and bread into the middle of our group.
We have been hanging on every word he has spoken. Each sentence resonates deeply within our hearts. Enlivening words; making sense of things; giving direction to our lives and nurturing us in ways that centre us with a tug that aligns us to the very deep middle of earth and yet at the same time challenges us with the spirit of adventure that moves us to imagine stretching out to share this knowledge with the furthest star in the universe.
We are feeling completely connected and lean in toward him in collective anticipation when he suddenly becomes very still and silent. He sighs too deep for words before turning purposely to each of us – gazing deeply into our eyes, or is it our hearts with such love that his eyes are full of tears and says to us,
‘Take it, ‘this is my body’…..
(I stay in my imagination a while and let the images, sounds and experience unfold…)