Maundy Thursday

As a Panentheist who was raised with the Bible and writes novels centered on religion and is not anti-Christian (or any other faith) it’s impossible for me to ignore the week between Palm Sunday and Easter. For me the big day is the day Jesus told God he’d really rather stay on Earth than go through everything he knew was ahead of him. Except for the early-morning betrayal by Judas, it’s kind of a non-event. Guy goes to garden with his friends. Friends are soporific from a big dinner and wine and promptly go to sleep in spite of Jesus asking someone, for the love of God, to stay awake with him (for reasons he knew and we all found out later). OH well.

It’s not cool to know your fate. It’s a question that was debated a lot in my house because my dad KNEW his fate, roughly how long he had to live and what would kill him. Not cool. Better to be surprised especially if you KNOW there’s a crucifixion ahead of you. THAT makes this world all the more beautiful — even in my dad’s case one of the last things he wanted was to see Pikes Peak (we lived in Colorado Springs) one more time.

So every year I celebrate this day of the Earth’s beauty by walking my dogs. Out at the Refuge, I was happy to find that the wind has died down in general (though we are still under a Red Flag Warning). We were able to get out early enough to beat the wind entirely. It was absolutely quiet out there except for the songs and sounds of birds. I watched a pair of red-tailed hawks hunt and, later on, an osprey flew over and in front of me. The songs of red-winged blackbirds and meadowlarks serenaded us along our way. The cinnamon teals — beautiful red ducks with a teal band on their wings — were swimming peacefully. The geese were chill, literally, on some ice left over from the very cold night we had. No people. “The cranes have left. There’s nothing to see.” I’m honestly glad they think so.

11 thoughts on “Maundy Thursday

  1. Sounds like a great way to spend the day. I’m a wimp; here it’s just too wind-chilling to be outside for long today.
    Knowing your probable fate health-wise can be a bit like cloning a person: you may have a good idea what results you can expect, but so many other things can change the direction in a heart-beat. A stray air bubble; an aneurysm; a car accident, etc. I can see where discussing your Dad’s prognosis would have been “not cool.”
    Likewise a person can be an exact duplicate but their life experiences can produce an altogether different mindset. (Someone repeated a rumor that the current US President isn’t real, but a clone. I had to laugh! Tabloid stuff.)

    • Biden a clone? Seriously, it seems like there are way too many people out there who are willing to believe things that are not only untrue, but extremely unlikely. That’s funny!

      • I thought so, too. They’d have had to start 80 year ago — when cloning was impossible — because you can’t “clone” an adult. And even identical twins can have very different personalities.

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