For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”
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These are the words I am privileged to say each Sunday as I preside at the altar. The phrase that never ceases to amaze me is "on the night when he was betrayed." It amazes me from Jesus' perspective that he fed them anyway. I learned recently that pilots are trained in the event of an imminent failure of their aircraft to "fly through the crash." There may be a remote chance to land the plane and save lives if they continue to manage their instruments and fly through the crash. Jesus' did the same thing on the night in which he was betrayed. He flew through the crash. Instead of flinging his arms up in disgust at his betrayers, he did what he always did. He loved them. His body was broken. His crash was the cross. His death was real. But he flew through the crash of his suffering and death by loving God and loving us. I can't imagine a more magnificent way to live one's life than to love God and love others as Christ has loved us.
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Especially as we are broken and betrayed, may we love unflinchingly. Amen.