Growing up we had two paintings in my house I can distinctly remember always being there. One was a painting of The Last Supper with Jesus standing up at the table, arms stretched out as if welcoming each disciple, even his betrayer, into them. The other was of an old man, hands folded in prayer, with a cup of wine and a loaf of bread on a wooden table.
As a child I didn’t grasp the full concept of the meanings behind these paintings. I didn’t understand the significance of The Last Supper and really didn’t understand the words Jesus had spoken at that table. The disciples were not much different then I was.
Today we are blessed to be on the other side of Easter. We know the significance of those words. We know what it means to pray like the old man in the painting before partaking in the Lord’s Supper. It is a blessing, an honor, a privilege. Every time that we “take and eat” the bread or “drink from the cup”, we remember Christ’s amazing love for us.
“We are the Easter people and Alleluia is our song” – St. Augustine