Tonight, Amanda, Caroline and I went to a re-enactment of the Last Supper, which was put on by a couple of local churches. It was pretty cool. They basically set it up like DaVinci’s painting, with each of the disciples doing a monologue one at a time, while the rest of the group sat “frozen” in place. I was quite impressed by the perfomers’ to maintain a fixed position for over an hour. For those who know me, maintaining a fixed position for 5 seconds would be a miracle.
Evidently, Caroline takes after her dad in that regard. She was belly-flopping from Amanda’s lap to mine, jibber-jabbering at the people around us, pointing at the lights (she’s loves to do that), and scarfing down Cheerios like there was no tomorrow. All in all, she did really good, though. She didn’t fuss, she just wanted to move, and I must say, I was right there with her. I can’t sit still that long, and there was a lot of dead space between each disciple’s monologue, and keeping Caroline occupied kept me from fidgeting like I could have.
At the end, we all went down to take Communion together, and that was really cool, as it was our first Holy Thursday as a family. They gave each of us a small wooden cross as we returned to our seats, and I couldn’t help but be hit by the grace I’ve been given, none of which I deserve. As I sat beside Amanda with Caroline holding the cross I’d been given, it almost overwhelmed me. I don’t deserve my girls, just like I don’t deserve God’s grace…but I have them, just like I have grace…freely. I can’t deserve them, I can’t earn their love, all I can do is accept it. Just like grace. I am a blessed man.
Afterwards, Caroline fell asleep on the way home, and she was out. We changed her into her pj’s, and she barely batted an eye at us. I went to change clothes, and Amanda sat down to feed Caroline, and the next thing I know, Amanda is skreeching for my help. The little fidgeter had spewed all over her fresh pj’s, mommy, the couch, and the floor. I don’t think there is anything in the world that will tug at a dad’s heart like a sick baby, and seeing my little girl staring up at me, looking completely wiped, just about broke mine. Thankfully, she seems ok. We think she just manged on one too many Cheerios at the service. She’s sleeping soundly now, and I just pray she makes it through the night ok. She’s my girl, and I just want her to be ok.
So, there you go. That’s what’s on my mind tonight…Holy Thursday, 2007. I have no clue if I’ll get to write again before Easter, so I hope you all have a blessed one.