Recently, I heard a sermon on the humble preparations behind Palm Sunday: someone had to fetch the donkey Jesus rode, and he chose two nameless disciples to do the task. Having longed this week for the familiar rhythm of the Passover Seder meal, it’s the first time I wondered who prepared his Last Supper. Someone cleaned and shopped, roasted a lamb and laid a table; drew water and poured wine.
Today, having found a guest (and then two) to make my tiny Seder come true, and having laid many other tasks aside, I had joyful fingers for the rolling, roasting, chopping, toasting that came after hunting up horseradish for bitter herbs.
Today I was one of those nameless disciples making preparation…perhaps for Him. I know was grateful to quietly sit with candles on this Good Friday-Passover-Sabbath Eve and read Jesus’ words:
“I have earnestly desired to eat this Passover with you…”
Elisabeth Adams 