The Mandate of The Lord
A Maundy (Holy) Thursday Reflection
There is a night in the Christian year unlike any other. A night when time slows down and the veil between heaven and earth grows thin. It’s known as Maundy Thursday, or Holy Thursday—the night of the Last Supper, of the towel and the basin, of the new commandment.
But imagine it like this:
You enter a great hall. The air is thick with expectation. A banquet table is prepared—bread still warm, wine shimmering in silver cups. Servants stand ready. Guests take their seats. But there’s something strange.
The Host, who should be sitting at the head of the table in royal robes, is not seated at all.
He’s kneeling.
The Hidden King
This King has traded His crown for a towel. His throne for the floor. His power is hidden in humility. He bends before each guest, washing their feet—dusty, calloused, unworthy. One by one.
Even the one who will betray Him.
This is Jesus.
And this is what Maundy Thursday reveals: a love so fierce it kneels. A grace so bold it serves. A King who doesn’t demand to be served, but who becomes the servant of all.
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