Maundy Thursday Reading

In my meditations book this morning was an essay by George MacDonald called “The Father’s Hands.”  An exerpt:

“The last act of our Lord in thus commending his spirit a the close of his life, was only a summing up of what he had been doing all his life.  He had been offering this sacrifice, the sacrifice of himself, all the years, and in thus sacrificing he had lived the divine life. 

“Every morning when he went out ere it was day, every evening when he lingered on the night-lapt mountain after his friends were gone, he was offering himself to his Father in the communion of loving words, of high thoughts, of speechless feelings;

“and, between, he turned to do the same thing in deed, namely, in loving word, in helping thought, in healing action toward his fellows.  For the way to worship God while the daylight lasts is to work; the service of God, the only “divine service,” is the helping of our fellows.”

May I give back, humbly and joyfully, everything God has given me.  And may my worship be a giving back of the spirit he has built up in me.  All the good I have is from him.