Maundy Thursday has always been a personal favorite. I wonder what it’d be like to be at the scene as one of Jesus’ disciples. As you take a moment to read this poem slowly, may you find yourself transported to that room, that night, savouring every detail, pondering every word said. As you read imaginatively what Jesus may be feeling, thinking, doing, and what it’d be like watching Jesus as one of His beloved disciples, may you encounter our dear Lord afresh.

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