Maundy Thursday at Christ Church Cathedral April 21, 2011 May our work in the world be a vehicle for Your Love; May it shine and light up all darkened places. Be with us, O Lord. Amen. (Adapted from Marianne Williamson’s Illuminata.) `Where I am going, you cannot come.' . . . . . It must have been so hard for the Disciples. We barely understand Resurrection, we who have more than two millennia of story and song, of tradition and ritual, of the repetitive and generational cycle of the church year. How must it have been for them, that the one they loved most, the one who had filled their days and nights, their minds and hearts and their spirits for nearly three solid years would feed them, offering all of himself, and then say “Where I am going, you cannot come.” Those are the words that have been haunting me this week as I have prepared to preach from this Gospel. I hear the grief and the finality of this statement, and I feel empty inside. I have imagined how this mu
