by Danetta Kellar
He loved them to the end. John 13:1b
Did the disciples understand, did they perceive, that it was The End?
I am not sure they did. I don’t think many of us do when the end is near. The last goodbye to a loved one, the last story read before bedtime, the last time we see someone, the last hug.
You see, The End does not always announce itself.
Jesus was the master storyteller and metaphor-user. How could the disciples know when He said, “You are going to have the light just a little while longer,” (John 12:35) if He meant something quite metaphysical, or really and truly Himself as the Light who would soon not be with them any longer?
Life is full of endings. And beginnings. But endings are often much harder than beginnings. The way we love one another is so important. We never know how much time we have with each other. How much time will I have with the Muslim woman I met last week? How long will my neighbor be my neighbor? How long will these children sit happily around my dinner table?
The Easter story begins before the Cross. It begins with loving well. Loving to the end. Our Savior loved His disciples to the end. And what He knew that they did not, was that a Beginning was to follow that would abolish sorrowful endings forever.
What a reunion they must have had with that One who loved them to the end.
Lord, help me love better. I want Your love to fill my moments with those you have given me to care for. Amen.