I presided at our service of Holy Communion this afternoon for Maundy Thursday. Since it was a small group, we gathered in the chancel around the altar for the Eucharistic prayer. When I raised the chalice, I bumped the handle on the ciborium (know affectionately here as the “Lamb box” because of the silver lamb on the cover), spilling the chalice. It was in the ciborium and on my hands.
What a wonderful way to enter the Triduum: with Jesus’ blood both on my hands and in my belly: complicit in his betrayal and crucifixion, yet freed and forgiven by the same blood.