The city streets were crowded, visitors camped outside the
Temple and all the houses
full. But someone offered Jesus a room where they could eat.
He sent Peter and John to prepare—clean the area, inspect for leaven, lay out all the food. Everything in order now: the bowl for washing hands set beside where Jesus would sit; the cup for the first drink of wine; the bread and bitter herbs on their table; and the smell of cooking meat, savory and warm.
This was going to be their best Passover ever, or else their worst.
“D’you suppose he’s okay?”
John 13:8 “…If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me.”
The lamb chosen on the tenth day (Sunday) was sacrificed on the fourteenth. As priests chanted psalms for the celebration, the congregation answered “Save now, I pray… Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Jesus shared the first cup of wine—“I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine…”—then he took the bowl to wash his hands, but washed their feet instead.
Next came the table with bitter herbs, the second cup, questions and answers, and hands washed again. Jesus dipped the broken matzo in herbs and passed it on… Passover begun.