Holy Thursday
April 2, 2026
The whole neighborhood remembered the day Pete Nichols finally came home from the war. He was five years late, lost in a mystery of silence even to his own family.
Like most 1950s neighborhoods, we had poured into the streets that Saturday morning to sweep pavements, scrub marble steps, and wash the one or two cars along the curb. Pete jumped off the number 5 trolley, carrying a tattered duffel bag. He stood looking up the sunlit street as if considering a purchase. Slowly, his identity dawned on the scattered neighbors like a cloudy sunrise. Finally, carried by an astonished buzz, it reached his mother whose back had been turned from his approach.
She didn’t erupt, as might have been expected. She turned and walked to him as if he had just returned from a short errand. Like lava across wilderness, they moved in the timeless motion toward redemption. They were two people standing on the empty blotter of the intervening years. With every step, the ink of her forgiveness poured into the void. Pete was a man coming home to the truth that he was loved.
Two such men sat at Jesus’s table on Holy Thursday night. One was also named Peter, the other Judas. It would take just a night, not years, for them to wander from their true home. In just one night, each would deny or betray Love. Each would face the void of having turned from God. One would be swallowed by it and one would repent.
The journey to self-forgiveness is long and treacherous, no matter the time it takes. Nothing frightens us more than our own fragile humanity, which can err and injure and pretend. But courage can help us face the cold precise truth of our vulnerability. It can still our souls to feel the enduring presence of love and forgiveness. It can turn our hearts to God’s knowing gaze that heals rather than shames.
The neighbors never learned where Pete had been in those lost years. We never heard his mother rehearse the magnanimity of her endurance. What we did learn from them was the courage to come home and the strength to forgive. What we learned from them was Easter.
Music: I’m Coming Home – Skylar Grey
Consider this adapted version of Scripture:
Then Jesus said, “There was once a widow who had just two children – grown twins. One said to his mother, ‘Mother, I demand what’s coming to me.’
“So the mother divided the property between them. It wasn’t long before the boy packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and reckless, he wasted everything he had. After he had gone through all his money, a severe famine swept that country, and he began to feel the hunger. He took a job with a local citizen who sent him into the fields to feed the pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the husks in the pig slop, but no one gave him anything.
“That brought him to his senses. He said, ‘All those hired workers of my mother have more than enough to eat, and here I am starving to death! I’m going back home. I’ll say to her, ‘Mother, I’ve sinned against God and against you; I don’t deserve to be called your son. Take me on as one of your hired hands.’ So he got up and went home to his mother.
“While he was still a long way off, his mother saw him. Her heart pounding, she ran to him, embraced him, and kissed him. The son began his speech: ‘Mother, I’ve sinned against God and against you; I don’t deserve to be called your son any longer.’ But the mother wasn’t listening. She was remembering the day he was born. She felt like he was being born again!
She called to the servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then bring the fattened calf and prepare it. We’re going to celebrate with a feast! My son is here—he was as good as dead and is alive again! He was lost and is found!’ And they began to celebrate with great joy.
“Meanwhile, her daughter was in the dairy. When she came near the house, she heard music and dancing. She called one of the servants and asked what was happening. The servant told her, ‘Your brother has come home, and your mother has prepared a feast because he has returned safe and sound.’
“The young woman became angry and refused to go in. Her mother came out and pleaded with her, but she would not listen. She said, ‘All these years I’ve worked for you and never disobeyed you, yet you never gave me even a small celebration with my friends. But when this rascal of yours comes back—after wasting your money—now you throw a feast for him!’
“Taking her daughter’s face in her hands, the mother said, ‘My precious daughter, you are my image and my heart, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because your brother was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
For Your Reflection:
- What feelings or reactions do I have after reading this reflection?
- Do my feelings or reactions remind me of any passage or event in scripture, especially in the life of Christ?
- What actions might I take today because of my response to these readings?
Lavish Mercy 