Preparation matters.
Choosing the location.
Creating the ambience.
Ensuring the little things are in place.
The tastiest food.
The carefully placed decorations.
The fine linen laid.
You knew that.
You prepared.
Then you messed it all up.
With your words.
"This is my body."
"This is my blood."
Body broken.
Blood spilled.
The mess was your plan.
The revelation of your love.
May this Holy Week
throw us into your mess.
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