I bet it was a clear, starry night like it was when I exited the church this evening. For God so loved the world that on the night His Son was fervently praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, I think He would have sent the starlight to shine even brighter just to remind everyone how much He loved His Son and all of us.
Just hours before, Jesus gave us two incredible things. To each of His disciples, He became a servant, performing the most menial task of washing their feet. Okay, hold on. Feet washing, yes a servant could do. But God? The one who created the entire universe? Are you kidding? And He washed even the feet of the one who would betray Him? Really?
But He did. What an example. I feel like that sometimes. “Sure, some people are meant to do such-and-such. But me? I shouldn’t have to do that. And for that person? No way.” Hint hint, red flag, that’s not what you’re supposed to say. It’s just so hard to remember. It’s quite an astonishing example to follow. But could we expect any less from God?
No, and once again He defied expectations, giving His friends not some memento to remember Him by, some prayer or religious object. He gave us no less than His Body and Blood. That sounds so bizarre. Perhaps scary. Yet He knows that it is what we need, and gives it to us, not once, but every week, every day.
Maybe I sound like a broken record, pointing out paradoxes and rambling about religion, but it simply is beyond anything we had seen before. We hated Him and we hated each other so much, we fell so many times, and yet He came to us, knowing He would die, and gave us all of Himself, forever.
And He knew His son would have to die at our hands, but the stars kept shining down.