I will always Love you
John 3 : 16
Darkness had fallen, and with it a silence over the city broken only by the barking of dogs and the occasional scuff of hurrying sandals. In the house the children went reluctantly to bed - it was time for adult conversation – but as Mary moved between the men to clear the plates, someone knocked at the door. A cautious knock, she thought. Low voices in the outer room made them all uneasy, and they exchanged glances till Peter emerged followed by, of all people, the Pharisee Nicodemus.
He had come to speak with the Master of course, but from their conversation, Mary had no idea why, or whether he found what he was looking for. He posed questions, and Jesus answered, but it was as though the Master was pre-occupied with particular ideas; thinking aloud rather than debating with his visitor. She saw the room fall quiet, other conversations stall, each head turn gradually to Jesus.
He paused, and looked round the room, studying the faces, “For God so loved the world,” he said, “that he gave his only son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish, but have eternal life. God did not send his son into the world to condemn it, but to save it.”
As he spoke, Mary’s heartbeat throbbed in her ears; she caught her breath. ‘What does he mean ?’ she thought, ‘Is he ready to tell all Jerusalem who he is ? Shall I see the Messiah crowned king ?’
Her mind spun on as she poured the wine for them, catching his words in snatches. She felt elated, excited, at the centre of things. What had he said . . . everyone who believes in him will not perish . . . not condemn the world but save it ?
‘At last,’ she thought, ‘This amazing man who has changed my life, will change everyone’s lives. What will he do next ?’
As they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread and asked God’s blessing on it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, ‘Take it, for this is my body.’ And he took a cup of wine and gave thanks to God for it. He gave it to them, and they all drank from it. And he said to them, ‘This is my blood, poured out for many, sealing the covenant between God and his people.’
Parties, Lord, I love them.
But a ‘farewell’ is no party at all
when you know someone special is leaving.
When family moves on, a relationship ends, or death comes, Lord,
help me to make adjustments and find the strength to keep life moving forward.
Lord, help me with the things of life I just have to accept and
show me how to deal with anger, frustration or sadness.
Remind me, Lord, that it’s because of Love that partings are so hard
and loss so painful.
In this Holy Week I’ll share bread and wine in remembrance of you;
draw me back to that last supper room and help me to see
that your words are not ancient history
but you speaking to all of us, down the generations,
explaining your work of salvation, asking us to respond
and be blessed.
Thank you for always loving me, and for bread and wine -
food for eternal life.
written by Fiona Campbell