The point of blogging feast days was to mark days which in “the real world” we commemorate. This morning I started a post about feet-washing (a common, and I think beautiful practice on Maundy Thursday) but then I got a bit grumpy, and it would have been a bit long and I decided against it. Instead it seems worthwhile to recount a way in which we marked Maundy Thursday in our house (i.e me, my sister, my mother and my father).
We like to sing hymns, and will miss out on the chance to sing some of the more mournful easter hymns, ones such as There is a Green Hill Far Away. And mum thought this was a shame, so after tea, and before the holiday club meeting, we decided to have a bit of a sing. The sister played piano, and the rest of us sang. She sight-read the piano music very well and we enjoyed the words. We than sang When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, which I enjoyed even more, because I was more confident of the part.
The four of us, singing together, sounding good together, retelling the story of our faith through song was a great experience and a lovely way of marking this special period in Holy Week.