The service our pastor arranged for Maundy Thursday was powerful and profound. He got members of the congregation to recite (and in some cases they performed) monologues reflecting various participants in the events leading up to the crucifixion: Judas, the high priest’s servant, Claudia Procula and Herod. It was interspersed with readings and hymns, we celebrated communion, and near the end the pastor and I performed “Thief” by Third Day.
When it was over, we left (as we had been instructed to) in silence – no hand shaking on the way out, no benediction. Just an invitation to return on Sunday morning and learn – and celebrate – the fact that the part of the story we’d heard was not the story in its entirety.