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Jesus washes the feet of Judas
This time of the season always possesses the invitation into despair, a darkness pervading. Churches remove the exposed Eucharist. There is no where you can go for Adoration. The Eucharist is not there. The Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration strip their monstrance from its perch, the space barren, stark, and empty. Tenebrae, Latin for shadows, the celebration of Matins and Lauds, the extinguishing of candles lends to the time of darkness, a pre-condition beckoning an act of finality. The Last Supper Mass, Thursday of Holy Week, I celebrated the day with the Poor Clares. I was supposed to get my feet washed, however I was enjoying participating in the hymnal, being led in song by Sister Mary Joseph…forgive us now each one our sins…in Christian holiness. The readings and Homily stressed the importance of the Eucharist, the establishing of the priesthood, and loving Christian devotion centered upon trust, hope, and faith. Father Roger stated that without the Eucharist our efforts are meaningless and vain. He emphatically invited all the attending to participate in Adoration after Mass. The Eucharist was hidden away, behind curtains, in a side tabernacle beneath the Sacred Heart of Jesus, just to the right of where I routinely encamp. There was a procession before the Adoration, the entire congregation walking around the shrine, honoring and following the Eucharist before it was hidden away to memorialize Holy Week. I wrapped my Rosary around my wrist, joining the procession. Seating myself for a Holy Hour, witnessing a reposed Eucharist, an idea inspiringly arose.
I recalled Pope John Paul II in his encyclical honoring the Rosary, defining the Illumanitive Mysteries, inviting the devoted to be creative, to authentically establish their own mysteries in which to pray the Rosary. It sprouted in my mind to pray five decades of the Rosary in honor of mysteries surrounding the Last Supper. The first mystery would concentrate upon the Passover, the Old Covenant, the Old Testament; the Israelites saved from slavery, protected from the final horrible plague inflicted upon the Egyptians by marking their homes with the blood of a sacrificed lamb.
The second of the Last Supper mysteries is the gathering of Jesus, the apostles and Mary in the upper-room for the Passover feast, the new honoring the old, friends gathering in respect to tradition. Now on the first day of Unleavened Bread the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Where will you have us prepare for you to eat the passover?”
The third Last Supper mysteries is Jesus washing the feet of the apostles, the establishing of the priesthood, the birth of priestly duties. Sublimely and lovingly, the reality of damnation is dealt with.
…he (Jesus) rose from supper and took off his outer garments.
He took a towel and tied it around his waist.
Then he poured water into a basin
and began to wash the disciples’ feet
and dry them with the towel around his waist.
He came to Simon Peter, who said to him,
“Master, are you going to wash my feet?”
Jesus answered and said to him,
“What I am doing, you do not understand now,
but you will understand later.”
Peter said to him, “You will never wash my feet.”
Jesus answered him,
“Unless I wash you, you will have no inheritance with me.”
Simon Peter said to him,
“Master, then not only my feet, but my hands and head as well.”
Jesus said to him,
“Whoever has bathed has no need except to have his feet washed,
for he is clean all over;
so you are clean, but not all.”
For he knew who would betray him;
for this reason, he said, “Not all of you are clean.”
The fourth mystery is the breaking of bread and the anointing of wine, sacraments given birth, the Eucharist aising. As a priest the wise St Paul writes:
Brothers and sisters:
I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you,
that the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over,
took bread, and, after he had given thanks,
broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you.
Do this in remembrance of me.”
In the same way also the cup, after supper, saying,
“This cup is the new covenant in my blood.
Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.”
For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup,
you proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes.
The final Last Supper mystery announces the Sorrowful Mysteries. The Passover feast is finished. Jesus has concluded profound deeds. The meal has been consumed. Satan enters Judas and the story of God’s relationship with man advances. The final mystery of the Last Supper Rosary is Judas setting up his performance of kissing Jesus.
“Truly, I say to you, one of you will betray me.”
And they were very sorrowful,
and began to say to him one after another,
“Is it I, Lord?”
He answered,
“He who has dipped his hand in the dish with me, will betray me.
The Son of man goes as it is written of him,
but woe to that man by whom the Son of man is betrayed!
It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.”
Judas, who betrayed him, said,
“Is it I, Master?”
He said to him, “You have said so.”
A morsel of Latin Tenebrae
Psalm 50
Miserere mei Deus secundum magnam misericordiam tuam et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum dele iniquitatem meam |
Have mercy on me, O God, according to thy great mercy. And according to the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my iniquity. |
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea et a peccato meo munda me |
Wash me yet more from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. |
Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco et peccatum meum contra me est semper |
For I know my iniquity, and my sin is always before me. |
Psalm 68
Ego vero orationem meam ad te Domine tempus beneplaciti Deus in multitudine misericordiae tuae exaudi me in veritate salutis tuae | But as for me, my prayer is to thee, O Lord; for the time of thy good pleasure, O God. In the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation. |
Eripe me de luto ut non infigar liberer ab his qui oderunt me et de profundis aquarum |
Draw me out of the mire, that I may not stick fast: deliver me from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. |
Non me demergat tempestas aquae neque absorbeat |
Let not the tempest of water drown me, nor the deep swallow me up: and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me. |
Exaudi me Domine quoniam benigna est misericordia |
Hear me, O Lord, for thy mercy is kind; look upon me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies. |
And whilst they were at supper, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and broke: and gave to his disciples, and said: Take ye, and eat. This is my body. And taking the chalice, he gave thanks, and gave to them, saying: Drink ye all of this. For this is my blood of the new testament, which shall be shed for many unto remission of sins. And I say to you, I will not drink from henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I shall drink it with you new in the kingdom of my Father. –Gospel of Matthew 26:26
Judas Iscariot
Peter and Paul
Holy Week begins
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
St. Bernard of Clairvaux
O sacred head! now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down;
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thy only crown;
O sacred Head! what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
I read the wondrous story!
I joy to call thee mine!
Modern hymn based upon the saint’s words coupled with images from ‘The Passion of the Christ’.
Select Stations
“The Way of the Cross’ St Alphonsus Liguori
Jesus falls the first time
My beloved Jesus, it is not the weight of the Cross, but my sins, which have made Thee suffer so much pain. Ah, by the merits of this first fall, deliver me from the misfortune of falling into mortal sin. I love Thee, O my Jesus, with my whole heart; I repent of having offended Thee. Never permit me to separate myself from Thee again. Grant that I may love Thee always; and then do with me what Thou wilt.
Veronica wipes the face of Jesus
My most beloved Jesus, Thy face was beautiful before, but in this journey it has lost all its beauty, and wounds and blood have disfigured it. Alas, my soul also was once beautiful, when it received Thy grace in Baptism; but I have disfigured it since by my sins; Thou alone, my Redeemer, canst restore it to its former beauty. Do this by Thy Passion, O Jesus. I repent of having offended Thee. Never permit me to offend Thee again. Grant that I may love Thee always; and then do with me what Thou wilt.
Jesus falls a second time
My most gentle Jesus, how many times Thou hast pardoned me, and how many times have I fallen again, and begun again to offend Thee! Oh, by the merits of this new fall, give me the necessary help to persevere in Thy grace until death. Grant that in all temptations which assail me I may always commend myself to Thee. I love Thee, Jesus my love; I repent of having offended Thee. Never permit me to offend Thee again. Grant that I may love Thee always; and then do with me what Thou wilt.
Jesus falls a third time
Ah, my outraged Jesus, by the merits of the weakness Thou didst suffer in going to Calvary, give me strength sufficient to conquer all human respect, and all my wicked passions, which have led me to despise Thy friendship. I love Thee, Jesus my love, with my whole heart; I repent of having offended Thee. Never permit me to offend Thee again. Grant that I may love Thee always; and then do with me what Thou wilt.
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