dual personalities

It is Maundy Thursday. I watched Sinclair Ferguson’s lesson on the Foot Washing in Five Stages–physically and theologically, in which He reveals Himself as the One who served us in order that we might serve others.

I read Luke 22 and reformed commentary on the subject of the Last Supper. And I started watching the Hillsdale College online course on C.S. Lewis.

I also listened to a barred owl outside my window last night being very talkative.

All highly recommended.

And here’s a poem by George Herbert (1593-1632): “Love”

LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
            Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
    From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
            If I lack’d anything.

‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’
            Love said, ‘You shall be he.’
‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
            I cannot look on Thee.’
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
            ‘Who made the eyes but I?’

‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame
            Go where it doth deserve.’
‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’
            ‘My dear, then I will serve.’
‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’
            So I did sit and eat.

(The photo of the grape hyacinths is from Don.)