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Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Hospitality of the Savior

The Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom says it thusly:
Come, O faithful! Let us enjoy the Master's hospitality: the Banquet of Immortality! In the upper chamber with uplifted minds, let us receive the exalted words of the Word, Whom we magnify!

I still love this quote where Our Lord tells the disciples how to find the evening's diner:
And he said to them: Behold, as you go into the city, there shall meet you a man carrying a pitcher of water: follow him into the house where he entereth in. (Lk 22:10)

A man carrying a water jug was an odd event. It'd be like me telling you, "go drive into Chicago and when you see a police officer riding a city bus like a surf board, follow him and ask him where his house is." You'd naturally want to say, "Now, how the hell do you expect me to see that?" But the disciples had learned by then, that Jesus is God become man. Such little details are His purview.

Despite what them DaVinci gnostics say, that ain't no woman next to Jesus. They got the whole Judas thing wrong, too, as the Troparion for the day says:
When the glorious disciples were enlightened at the washing of their feet before the supper, the impious Judas was darkened by the disease of avarice, and to the lawless judges he betrayed You, the Righteous Judge. Behold, this man because of avarice hanged himself. Flee from the insatiable desire which dared such things against the Master! O Lord Who deals righteously with all, glory to You!

Darkened by avarice. Indeed, the Light was in the little details, not the big schemes of men.

Hopefully, you won't have to deal with the foot sauna fest some liturgical terrorists pawn off as tradition tonight. But even if you do, perhaps think a little on this set of things in lieu of the spectacle.

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