Holy Thursday

Possum is 5 years 11 months

Why is it that Roman Catholics tend to call today “Holy Thursday” and Lutherans, “Maundy Thursday”?  We both know it by both names, but we seem to use a different default.  Strange, huh?

And what on earth does “Maundy” mean?  (Apparently “maunder” is an obsolete word meaning, “to beg”.  There was an old tradition of the monarch distributing money – maundy money -  to the poor on Holy Thursday.  Is that where it comes from?)

But I digress.

Isn’t it amazing how different people can hear the same story and get completely different things from it?

Tonight, at Church, we listened to the story of Jesus washing his disciples feet (John 13:1-17), and we listened to the story of the Last Supper (1 Cor 11:23b-25 / Luke 22:19-20).  These stories left Possum unmoved.

Perhaps it is just that kids are so disingenuous that washing someone else’s feet is no biggy.  And really, the Last Supper is a bit out there – transubstantiation is a rather big mystery for a grown-up, let alone a little mind to even pick it up in the Gospel reading.

However, he came across this page in his Holy Week Activity Book:


(click on the image to link to the colouring-in source page)

It completely blew his mind!

What is Jesus doing?

Why is he praying?

ALL night?

Who to?

Why would he be scared?

Actually, he was completely thrown by the idea that Jesus could feel scared.  Then we started reading about some of the things that happened that night in our children’s Easter Bible.  He was totally horrified.

We played this hymn as a reflection in the Church.  I always find it a spellbinding video to watch, but this time, so did he.

(Thank you to my darling DH who managed to find this video in about 30 seconds after I had spent hours searching…)

And finally, during the stripping of the altar, as we sang the repetitive, almost chant-like:

Stay here and keep watch with me;

Watch and pray.

Stay here and keep watch with me;

Watch and pray.

At first Possum asked why we were singing such a slow song.  I told him the words so he could understand.  After a moment he joined in, too, with a real sense of horror and awe.


I wonder how the Good Friday service will go.



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