On Maundy Thursday you celebrate and remember this meal, calling it “the Last Supper.” Strange, isn’t it? To us it was just another supper. True, Jesus taught us many things at that table, but we really didn’t understand their significance. We didn’t truly understand who He was until after…but I get ahead of myself. That night Jesus drank from the cup and said He wouldn’t drink again until the “kingdom of God comes.” I caught the looks on some of the other disciples’ faces when he said that. Some looked eager, for they longed for a confrontation. They wanted their king to take His rightful place and overthrow the hated Romans. Others just looked confused.
All of us were confused when he broke the bread and said it was his body. We looked at each other and wondered what he was talking about. Had he been out in the sun too long that day? He really wasn’t making any sense.
But we frequently didn’t understand many of the things he told us. We shrugged it off and ate the meal while reclining by the table and talking among ourselves. If we had only listened more carefully, we would have understood, for Jesus prepared us for the future. Instead of appreciating what we had, we chose to argue among ourselves.
“I’m greater because I followed Him first!”
“No, I’m greater because He spends more time with me!”
“No, me! I’m greater.” We argued with puffed up chests just like adolescent boys trying to impress. If we had only known, we’d have spent that last supper together differently.
You have an advantage over those of us who spent this time with Jesus. You know what happened after this “last supper.” Yet, when you take the cup and the bread, you sometimes keep grudges against your neighbor and wonder who is “the best.” I have regrets over the way I spent my “last supper” with Jesus. When you sup with Him, make sure you heed His voice and have no regrets.