Today I spend, as I have for all of Lent, in preparation. Deep prayer, cleaning my home, and looking forward to the Meal tonight. One I will not be cooking but must allow the Priest to “cook”. I smile as I write this hearing the worlds of a Priest friend on Facebook of mine who often would speak of “Slaving over a hot altar”. Mass Of The Lords Supper.
44. With the celebration of Mass on the evening of Holy Thursday, “the Church begins the Easter Triduum and recalls the Last Supper in which the Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, showing his love for those who were his own in the world, he gave his body and blood under the species of bread and wine offering to his Father and giving them to the Apostles so that they might partake of them, and he commanded them and their successors in the priesthood to perpetuate this offering.”  Please see here
As I was praying the Divine Office last night, the antiphon before the Cantical of Mary struck me with awe.
“The Master says: My hour is close at hand; I and my disciples shall celebrate the Passover in your house.”
Immediately I was taken to that day. My house? Your coming HERE? To my house? I have to clean! I have to make sure you all are well pleased! What shall I make for you? What shall I do for You? The King is coming HERE! Press the linens! Sweep the floors clean! Prepare this home for Him and His Apostles!
Today, I know that my Lords house, is my house and His house is a house of prayer. At the beginning of lent, the cleaning of our souls is that day in which we hear that He will be coming to celebrate with us and all the time during Lent, is time of preparation for His entering into us. Just as our beautiful Mother Mary said yes, we welcome Him into a clean dwelling, that He may do with it as He sees fit, as we are to do for every Meal in His house.
Imagine your a 14 year old girl. An angel appears and you agree to do something you don’t understand, because it was asked of you from God… Your entire life has been plotted out from that moment on. Day after day. Second after second, because you were told everything that was going to happen to you in advance. Although at times, you can not recall the events, until they are happening, or have passed. As it is happening, you can only keep your composure, and work through the pain and agonize, because it is for God’s glory. Thank you most Holy Mother Mary…for saying yes.
Now in the sixth month, the archangel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. 28Having come in, the angel said to her, “Rejoice, you highly favored one! The Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women!” But when she saw him, she was greatly troubled at the saying, and considered what kind of salutation this might be. The angel said to her, “Don’t be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. Behold, you will conceive in your womb, and bring forth a son, and will call his name ‘Jesus.’ He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father, David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever. There will be no end to his Kingdom.” Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, seeing I am a virgin?” The angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore also the holy one who is born from you will be called the Son of God. Behold, Elizabeth, your relative, also has conceived a son in her old age; and this is the sixth month with her who was called barren. For everything spoken by God is possible.” Mary said, “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord; be it to me according to your word.” The angel departed from her.