Feet

Maundy Thursday, April 9, 2020

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

Jumping In.

Mary anoints His feet,

Gratitude overflowing like her hair.

Jumping into our salvation story with both feet,

Even now unfolding, she loves Him.

It was His Last Supper.

Not felled by a virus, but human hands, unwashed.

Take. Break. Bless. Share.

This is my Body, given for you.

Love (III)

“Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,

            Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

            From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

            If I lacked anything.

"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here":

            Love said, "You shall be he."

"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,

            I cannot look on thee."

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

            "Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame

            Go where it doth deserve."

"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"

            "My dear, then I will serve."

"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."

            So I did sit and eat.

George Herbert - 1593-1633