I've been home for an hour or so after attending the traditional Maundy Thursday liturgy, with its solemn commemoration of the institution of the Eucharist at the Last Supper. For me, the most telling point is with the closing singing of Psalm 22 "My God, my God, look upon me," as the altar and church are stripped of their furnishings. As we sit silently in the darkening building, it never fails to give me thought, however at odds with myself and my fellow human beings I might feel.
The setting I've chosen here (singers unknown) is by Samuel Wesley.
