While Jesus was going up to Jerusalem, he took the twelve disciples aside by themselves, and said to them on the way, ‘See, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be handed over to the chief priests and scribes, and they will condemn him to death; then they will hand him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and flogged and crucified; and on the third day he will be raised.’
Then the mother of the sons of Zebedee came to him with her sons, and kneeling before him, she asked a favour of him. And he said to her, ‘What do you want?’ She said to him, ‘Declare that these two sons of mine will sit, one at your right hand and one at your left, in your kingdom.’ But Jesus answered, ‘You do not know what you are asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I am about to drink?’ They said to him, ‘We are able.’ He said to them, ‘You will indeed drink my cup, but to sit at my right hand and at my left, this is not mine to grant, but it is for those for whom it has been prepared by my Father.’
When the ten heard it, they were angry with the two brothers. But Jesus called them to him and said, ‘You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great ones are tyrants over them. It will not be so among you; but whoever wishes to be great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you must be your slave; just as the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life a ransom for many
Lord, what will our efforts earn? For us, for others, for you?
What do you feel in the face of our demands? How can you stand to be sidelined by our self-interest?
Each disciple walks their path, with the way hidden and the purpose obscured; obscured by our servitude which seeks riches as reward. Riches on earth, in heaven, in our hearts.
Might we seek perfection, a heart more pure than we can truly grasp. Body and mind transformed by grace; ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven. One with you and known as friend.
Together may we seek and find our daily journey need not be blind; but curtains drawn and light revealed to show your constant presence.
Your sacrifice, not ours, O Lord, has radiated every moment. As we bask in love and glory let us drink our cup with light and faithful purpose; grasp our gift with steady hands.