Holy Thursday My Way

Holy Thursday in Christian tradition marks the celebration of Jesus’ last meal with His disciples, known as The Last Supper. Today I was going to write all about Passover and what it means with the Last Supper but I couldn’t get my words around it.

For me this date commemorates an anniversary of a different sort.

On this day, my dearly departed father passed away. It has been over 12 years since I had the last supper with my dad. His memory slowly fades into a distant reflection. As time passes, my memories fade as well. The ones that remain are those monumental times, the strong memories of growing up and the way my dad made me feel.

My father was a man of strong conviction. He was traditional and very proud of his children. A man with stature and integrity, he always knew what was best for us kids. Of course, he had his share of mistakes, what person doesn’t. Parenting is no easy task, and when you have a daughter like me, it becomes a bit of a challenge. I didn’t always listen to my parents. I wanted to do things my way.

The Last Supper

Growing up in the big city, my dad and I would sit for hours at the kitchen table talking about life. He shared many stories of his days growing up. His advice reflected years of experience and what he didn’t say became a soul’s reflection of wisdom.

I may have wanted to do it my way, but I always took his advice. As I got older, I found more of myself in his reflection. A man of integrity, a man of many blessings, he was my father.

On this Holy Thursday, the anniversary of my father’s death, I expect he is having a traditional meal with Jesus. Sitting at the big table with my mom, and those first followers of Christ, enjoying the bread and the wine.

For when Jesus broke the bread he said, “do this in memory of me.”

Today I remember the Last Supper and the symbolic nature of the bread, the cup, and the Passover. I reflect on my last days with my father as I too take part in this great meal, the bread of life.

Jesus came so that I may be saved. He broke the bread so that I could partake. He found me when I was lost, and my life has never been the same since.