Reverend Ref +

MAUNDY THURSDAY

He washed my feet tonight, trying to make me see. But I didn't understand.

I ate with him tonight, and he broke the rules again. This was supposed to be the Passover celebration, but he talked about his broken body and his spilled blood. No celebration there. I didn't understand that either.

I've had enough. All the talk and no action. The miracles without the proclamation. He was to be the One; but he refuses to exert his authority. He talks about the end of his life as if it were some great sacrifice, when in reality it's nothing more than police-assisted suicide.

Fine, if that's the way he wants it, then I want no part of it. He can go his own way, and I'll go mine. He talks a good talk, but, in the end, he can't even stick to his own goals.

You're on your own. I don't need you, and I don't want to be part of this ridiculous self-destructive agenda anymore. Leave me alone!

And he did.