Missing Dinner

The common phrasing phor life today offers one and sundry the common counsel, Live, Laugh, Love.

Jesus responds — preempts if you prefer it precise — with semi-characteristic frankness Love Love Love

I say semi-characteristic since only half the time is he blunt, while the other half he’s maddeningly opaque — like the dork in high school chirruping in his own private joke, as all and sundry stare at him, and around at one another, singularly and collectively shaking their heads going, What a dork.

The clarity and opacity may have to do with whether he’s answering fools according to their folly, but ’tis no matter for now. This is a different ship of fools he’s addressing on this first Maundy Thursday: the straight-up dumb kind not the sniggering ones — and instead of a smack upside the head, they need simply teaching, example, and love.

‘specially as all and sundry shall very, very, very, very soon put their singular and collective feet in their slack-jawed mouths.

So Jesus goes over it again and again and again and again, until Christ! What a dork says it like 87 times.

Even gets to the point where he says flat out, Do you understand what I have done to you? He says this after washing their feet, and as he’s about to institute Holy Communion. Every week we celebrate the latter; I haven’t washed anyone’s feet for nearly 30 years. Hell, I don’t even do my own every day.

The two acts — soap and water and bread and wine — are linked, not least by being both direct and opaque. Hence Christ’s question, Do you understand what I have done to you?

Which is itself direct and opaque, too.

For not for you, mark you, but to you.

In a single evening he’s both Man and God, feet and food, bowing and kneeling twelve times, ‘cluding to the guy who would betray him, in touching tactile ways. Later educators will suggest instruction, repetition, practice, and testing. Here ya go.

I kid, natch, but it’s good, isn’t it? You almost think they won’t need the smack upside the head like those other rubes. But they’re about to get some anyway, over the next several days, and decades.

They’ll get it, mostly, by the end of things.

For the moment, they’re simply engaged in missing dinner, as it were, which is to say, Do you understand what I have done to you?

What dorks, right?

We’ve made such strides in recent years. Else we might miss Jesus semi-characteristically getting to his point so directly.

Live, laugh, love?

Honestly, the first two are filler. Many Christians haven’t lived (none, by the end of things; but you get the idea), while more than a goodly number haven’t laughed that much. Even on the more recent Eat, Pray, Love bidness the first two commands two are strictly optional.

Love, Love, Love.

In fact, let’s take out the punctuation, too.

Love Love Love

Slows us down.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Recent

Can We Tawk?

Comedienne Joan Rivers’ catchphrase was, ‘Can we talk?’ with all that that entails — its rhetorical nature, the Jewish thing, an implication that at least one of the parties will be better off for having done so … Like God. T’other day a priest spoke of ontological remembrance, the immediate and ongoing memory of past-present-future

Read More »

Hide and See

Something lost, Dallas Willard said once, might yet be very valuable. One’s car keys for instance. He was speaking somewhat in the context of salvation, if I recall … the general point was calling something lost doesn’t mean it’s not wanted — quite the opposite. Yet it remains … until finding its way out or being found

Read More »

Greater Love Blah Blah Blah

Do we doubt locals thanked them for their service? I’m not equating the two. They were wrong; glad we crushed them. Only noting it’s likely they thought as much about such things as we do, which is to say not much. German citizens who believed their leaders, loved their country, watched their sons get on

Read More »

Dark Eyed Life

According to @CitizenScreen, doing yeoman’s* work daily on Twitter* relative to the Golden Age of film, today is the birth date of Mabel Normand, Hedy Lamarr, and Dorothy Dandridge — Normand: New York, 1892 Lamarr: Vienna, 1914 Dandridge: Cleveland, 1922 — which makes for coupla at least interesting, if not compelling or fascinating at the

Read More »

Random

Mad Men: The Imploding Don Draper

It took me the better part of two seasons to realize the story of “Mad Men” was the story of the self-destructing Don Draper. Then again, it took Draper himself at least three. And as the bright and shining lie he’d crafted, arced and crashed at his feet — represented in real time by his

Read More »

Finding Level

Relationship finds its own level. Generally it looks like we [and others] choose — a boy’s entreatment rejected, an attorney makes partner, 158 million of us vote — but there is a finality to much that we ostensibly do. This is how such absurdities as determinism gain purchase, how authors can talk and be misunderstood

Read More »

Get Out Of The Boat

For Jonah, dissent was a felix culpa, a happy fault that brought him closer to God. Or like Dante, when doubting pleased him no less than knowing (Inferno, Canto 11), for what he could learn and gain. Our error brings us closer to Him. And He knew it would do so. Then we know he

Read More »

Room Where It Happens

If the line between good and evil cuts through the human heart there’s gotta be some overlap. The lovely mesh seems so far to last oh … about forever and it occurred this morning it will never quite be clean this side of the fundy conception of the Jordan. Even Dr. Willard, averring as he

Read More »

Related

Animal Planet

We’re watching Planet of the Apes. No, not the Charlton Heston one — this one. Only it’s supposed to be this one, from last year. So we’re on the middle one, the “first remake” (excluding the 17 sequels to the Charlton Heston one) and it’s by Tim Burton, with all that that entails, from Helena

Read More »

Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

Some of my best friends have a problem with the dirty poor. These are the folks below the dirt-poor — which describes a financial level not the person himself. These are the dirt-encrusted, unemployed, possibly begging (relying on strangers, kindness, and a fair economy as much as the rest of us, anyway), frequently transient (the weather

Read More »

Metered Sins

Poetry’s a sneaky bastard. All the time sidling up to one on false pretenses — ‘It’s just the one’ … ‘We won’t intrude’ — and they’re all lies damn one’s eyes! Lies-damned-lies and no need for statistics and the pile of warm laundry does not diminish and soon loses its warmth and begins to glower

Read More »

Time, Treasure

Saw an episode ages ago of one of the Twilight Zone reboots which, I’m pretty sure, starred Mark Hamill as this weird kid who collected toys. All this kitschy stuff from the ‘50s and grew up collecting them — and thus stayed weird and for the most part apparently lonely for his life entire. Of course

Read More »