Today is Maundy Thursday. As I rush through my dissertation-writing-teaching-mothering schedule I try to take a deep breath and remember Jesus.
Remember Jesus as he prepared for Passover with his closest friends.
Knowing that one would betray him.
That one would deny him.
That the rest would run away.
That he would be arrested later that night and suffer.
Suffer at the hands of the people who once said they loved him.
Do I love him enough?