Maundy Thursday and there were various errands to do in order to stock up before the weekend. I finished off the Simnel cake.
The only garden task was to attend to ‘Mrs Cholmondeley’ and her tying in. There wasn’t quite enough wire for the leafy tendrils to get started on so they were beginning simply to wrap around each other. The shoots are still so soft and tender that it needs a very delicate touch to disentangle them. But it’s good to know that she’s putting on some growth.
There are baby catkins appearing on the Salix too.
In the evening there was the Maundy Thursday service, which commemorates the first Eucharist at the Last Supper. It’s always a very moving occasion, especially at the end when the altar is stripped of all its candles, fabric and crosses. The chancel and side aisle lights are extinguished so that you can only just see aÂ bare rough wooden cross behind the altar, and weÂ remain seated for an hour or so in silent vigil by candlelight.
Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, âSit here while I go over there and pray.â He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled.Â Then he said to them, âMy soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.â
Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, âMy Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.â
Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. âCouldnât you men keep watch with me for one hour?â he asked Peter. Â âWatch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.â
Matthew 26: 36-41