“What do you think was the bravest action ever?” my husband asked at breakfast last Sunday. “I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe the first rodeo clown who ever voluntarily jumped in a barrel and let a Brahma bull head-butt him across the arena?” I thought my guess was brilliant, but it wasn’t as simple as Larry’s conjecture.
Jesus just had a Passover supper like never before. Sure they did all the prescribed rituals, with a couple twists: he holds the unleavened bread that his ancestors held in Egypt and says, “This is my body.” He takes the cup of wine and says, “This is my blood.” Now we have a new covenant, one that will last forever.
Years ago I was blessed to see Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. There were so many beautiful things to see there, but the image that has stayed with me more than 20 years was the Pietà by Nicholas Coustou that is behind the altar. I wanted to stay and stare at it for hours, but my tour group was moving on to other sites, and I had to leave this glorious statue of Mary holding her now dead son, both being attended to by two angels.
The biblical accounts of Jesus' passion and death focus very much on his trial, describing it in length and in detail.
We need to give away some of our own possessions in order to be healthy. Wealth that is hoarded always corrupts those who possess it. Any gift that is not shared turns sour. If we are not generous with our gifts we will be bitterly envied and will eventually turn bitter and envious ourselves.