Today I remember the Last Supper. The last night Jesus spent with the disciples before he was crucified. The time when he must have had the agony of the next few hours on his mind. This was the whole point of his time on earth. His total mission. What strikes me most is what he chooses to do on this last night:
to eat with his friends
to wash their feet
to pray

I have mulled this and see this as a kind of ‘trinity of identity’.

Through the eating of the meal I see Jesus the human. The man who had needs, the man who got hungry, the man who had friends. The man who chose, on his last night, to invest just that little bit more of himself in that small group of disciples. The human Jesus putting friendships first. The human Jesus needing the presence of his friends around him.

Through the washing of his disciples feet I see Jesus the servant. The man who wanted to show others how much they were worth. The man who chose to humble himself in their presence. The man who sees the comfort and needs of others as priorities to be catered for. The main who simply came to serve.

Later, in the garden, he prays. When he is tired, when the strain is so great that he sweats blood he does not rest but he worships God. He does not give up, he gives himself back to God. He does not moan, he places himself totally in God’s hands. The man whose identity is totally dependent on his relationship with the Creator.

Jesus the human, Jesus the servant, and Jesus the son of God.