Maundy Thursday service at Father’s House, Shaftesbury – Written by Judith Brookes

For those of you who were not able to make the Maundy Thursday service at the Father’s House I thought it was worth sharing.  It was a simply beautiful time together.  In no particular order…

  • Ken and Heather read a few of the different words used for the breaking of bread. 
  • Heather read a poem called ‘He Washed My Feet’. 
  • Sandra put together a beautiful flower arrangement as a focal point for us, as many of you will know the Church of England do not have flowers until Easter Sunday, but upon request I think Sandra did a very good job of creating something very appropriate for the occasion. If anyone took a photo please do forward it to Helen so it could be added to this article.
  • Juanita read a poem she had written herself in 2006 called Love Laid Bare.  I have to say that I have never appreciated poetry as much as when I listened to Juanita. The poem is at the bottom of this article, when you read it, do so as slow as you can and let the words go deep.
  • Zeph was busy at the side doing a piece of art work, which I have to say had the wow factor for me.  (The painting has been used as the featured image for this article).  Bethan were you also busy with something?
  • And finally, Ken invited us to wash each others hands (rather than feet).  The interesting thing for me was that as I washing someone else’s hands, so too did mine get washed and scented.  Beautifully done.

Take time to have a read.

The MASS focuses on the presence of the Lord.  Jesus said that whenever we gather in His name He is in the midst of us.  At the Lord’s table we should have the same focus as Moses who said. ‘Lord, let your presence be with us now and with us always.’

The term EUCHARIST is derived from the Greek word for ‘thanksgiving’.  That term focuses on coming to the Lord’s table with thanksgiving for the work that Jesus did and the provision He made for us through His death and resurrection.

When we speak of COMMUNION, the focus is on our fellowship together.  We come together in united participation to meet with Him, and we also come in fellowship with one-another.  This fellowship has two purposes: to share our testimonies of victory and to share our trials and be strengthened.

BREAKING BREAD refers to Jesus’ symbolic distribution of the bread at the table.  Each time we come to receive the bread, Jesus is saying ‘Remember, I have made provision for where you have been broken, that you might have completeness.  I was broken so that you don’t have to be.’

When we speak of THE LORD’S TABLE we’re noting the fact that He is the one who serves at the table.  Though human hands attend to its preparation and distribute the elements, Jesus is the Lord at the table to which He has called us all to come.

Supper was special that night.
There was both a heaviness and a holiness
hanging in the air.
We couldn’t explain the mood.
It was sacred, yet sorrowful.
Gathered around that table
eating that solemn, holy meal
seemed to us the most important meal
we had ever sat down to eat.
We were dwelling in the heart of MYSTERY.
Though dark the night,
Hope felt right—
as if something evil
was about to be conquered.
And then suddenly
the One-Who-Loved startled us all.
He got up from the table
and put on an apron.
Can you imagine how we felt?
Tenderness encircled us
as He bowed before us.
He knelt and said,
“I choose to wash your feet
because I love you.”
God in an apron, kneeling.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was embarrassed
until His eyes met mine.
I sensed my value then.
He touched my feet.
He held them in His strong, brown hands.
He washed them.
I can still feel the water.
I can still feel the touch of His hands.
I can still see the look in His eyes.
Then He handed me the towel
and said,
“As I have done,
so you must do.”
Learn to bow.
Learn to kneel.
Let your tenderness encircle
everyone you meet.
Wash their feet–
not because you have to–
but because you want to.
It seems I’ve stood two thousand years
holding that towel in my hands.
“As I have done, so must you do,”
keeps echoing in my heart.
“There are so many feet to wash,”
I keep saying.
I hear God’s voice
resounding through the years.
“There are only My feet.
What you do for them,
you do for Me.”

A poem written to honour His sacrifice – Sunday 22nd October 2006 Juanita Brough (C)

Love Laid Bare!
The day that love was crucifiedZephs Easter painting
that day My Saviour died;
upon the cross at Calvary.
Love laid bare!

The king of love,
so full of love
for you and me; crucified!
Love laid bare!

Crucified, died, entombed,
My saviour, My Jesus, My God!
Love laid bare!

Surrendered, alone, broken, dead;
BUT – love personified! – My Jesus,
emboldened, restored, risen!
Love laid bare!

The say that love, once crucified,
that day; My Saviour rose and lived,
emboldened, eternally glorified!
Love laid bare!

Jesus rose for you and I,
His love, through the cross, forever,
reaching to every single heart!
Love laid bare!

Love laid bare!
Love laid bare eternally!
My Jesus; My God!

Juanita’s thoughts – Saturday 4th April 2015
Reflecting on “Love Laid Bare”
One thing which I only noticed on Good Friday and had never seen before.
It is that “love” is in every verse except one, as well as the phrase “Love Laid Bare” at the end of every verse.
Considering, the poem was meditating on the “Death of Jesus”, it is surprising how often “Love” pops up; or is it?