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Thursday, April 9, 2009, 10:30 PM

As we gather together in prayer and reflection, let us recall the night leading to Christ’ crucifixion from those who were present.

You are the Son of God, born of the Virgin Mary. Yet, all these did not matter when you removed your outer garment, tied the towel around your waist and went on your knees to wash our feet. The feet of your disciples. With a simple gesture, you taught us to be humble. You showed us how to remove ourselves from the pedestals that we place ourselves upon, and instead serve those around us. Teacher, Lord, Master… Here I am, guide me, teach me, lead me, hold me on my journey to eternal life.

On this very night, Judas put a price on your life. Am I guilty of putting a price tag on everything I own… my family, my friends, my time? Has money, consumerism and greed blinded me from seeing the gifts you have given me? Do I not realize that your love for me is priceless?

The soldiers whipped you, they mocked you, they shamed you. Are we culpable to such acts in our everyday life? Do we tease or bully those who seem weaker than us? How often do we make somebody’s life miserable through our words and actions, and yet derive entertainment from it.

As you were arrested, as you carried the cross, as you hung on the cross… there were onlookers everywhere. Yet, no one choose to act. Do we not stand up to the injustice taking place around us? Do we turn a blind eye to someone in need? Are we so full of ourselves that the needs of others are of no concern?

When Judas kissed your cheek, he did it not out of love but out of spite and greed. How often do we do something and mean another? The hypocrisy, the lies, the fallacies… are these your teachings? We adore you O Christ, for being true and honest. You did everything for our good, even to the extent of giving up your life.

How often do we kneel in silence and spend time with God before our bedtime? Do we give in to sleep without thanking him for blessing us with another day? Do we repeat the mistakes committed Peter and the 2 sons of Zebedee out side the Garden of Gethsemane? Do we find it that difficult to spend time with you?

On this night, as we come from all over to join you in prayer. We pray that you soothe the hurt, give answers to the confused, light a way for the lost and embrace the faithful. Let this be the night that we find the courage to return to you…to make a change… to start all over again.

Am I guilty of putting a price tag on everything I own… my family, my friends, my time? Has money, consumerism and greed blinded me from seeing the gifts you have given me? Do I not realize that your love for me is priceless?