Do This In Remembrance of Me

A REFLECTION FOR HOLY THURSDAY

Since childhood, I’ve loved and looked forward to the diversity of narrative and liturgical richness of Holy Thursday.  It is at once a celebration of the institution and gift of the Eucharist and of the priesthood of all believers, it calls us to action in God’s world, and then presents us with the vulnerability, desolation and pain of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. Holy Thursday which marks the beginning of the great Paschal Triduum seems to hold within it the very essence of a vibrant life of faith. There is so much on which to reflect. It’s hard to find just one focus!

The words of Jesus that remain with me consistently as this day comes around each year and at every celebration of the Eucharist are recorded in Luke’s Gospel and echoed in St. Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians (11: 23-26): “Do this in remembrance of me”. Immediately the question arises, “do what in remembrance of me?”

As we gather at the table of the Eucharist where Jesus offers himself totally - to what are we called in remembrance of him? The answer is found in this year’s reading from St. John’s Gospel “wash one another’s feet” and in the symbolic practice of foot-washing during the ritual of Holy Thursday. What might this look like? Jesus shows us by his witness to ultimate love in the giving of his body, and in calling all to the table where everyone is to be welcomed– no exclusions! His presence for all time promised here is a presence of mercy and justice. His is the love that feeds us in sacrifice and service and calls us to an oftentimes costly discipleship.

Psalm 11 poses the question “when the world falls apart what can the good do?” Today, we so often experience helplessness in the context of all that is happening in our world – a world that sometimes feels as if it is, indeed, falling apart. So, what can we do? We can wash one another’s feet, one small yet significant act of respect and kindness at a time. Having been nourished at the Eucharistic table we can create tables at which all are to be welcomed and nourished materially and spiritually.  We wash other’s feet by listening to the inseparable cry of the Earth and of the poor, by the “realization” of inclusion of all peoples, by  accompanying the abandoned, lonely, desolate like Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane; by ‘staying awake’ and confronting the cruelty, violence and systems of injustice often so evident at this time in the world.

Kimberly Lymore, who will speak on the inspiring series, “Catholic Women Preach” on this Holy Thursday (video below) says as she links the themes of Holy Thursday: “We cannot receive the Body of Christ (in the Eucharist) while degrading the bodies crushed by poverty, violence and neglect. We cannot proclaim, ‘Amen’ at the table and then remain silent when dignity is denied.”

On this Holy Thursday may we be drawn into the depths of Eucharistic love that through the cross leads ultimately to resurrection in the world.

“Do this in remembrance of me.”

-Sister Mary Rowell, csj

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The Healing Power of Love in Divided Times: A Book Review

Recently, I read the book Cherished Belonging: The Healing Power of Love in Divided Times by Gregory Boyle, SJ. Father Greg works with gang members in Los Angeles through the organization Homeboy Industries, the largest gang rehabilitation program in the world. This book builds upon, enhances, reiterates, and reaffirms the message he shared in his previous books—namely, that compassion is the answer to every question.

The principles at Homeboy that apply to all situations are: (1) everyone is unshakably good (no exceptions), and (2) we belong to each other (no exceptions). In these times of deadlock and impasse in so many areas of our personal lives, our society, our country, and our world, imagine if we could all embrace these principles and live them fully.

Compassion is the answer to every question...
— Father Greg

He speaks of committing to creating a culture and community of cherished belonging, which is God’s dream come true. He says, “When we embrace relational wholeness, our divisions tremble.”

This is a big message to ponder and an even bigger one to live, but it is what we must do, day after day, to dissolve what divides us.

-Sister Nancy Sullivan, csj

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Palm Sunday

Palm/Passion Sunday, March 29, 2026

Walking the journey of Lent we consciously and unconsciously hold onto melodies, images, and words. What has stayed with you? Mine are deeply embedded melodies of compassion, mercy, pleas for courage, Kyries, and ultimately praise for God’s constant love in the midst of our chaotic world. The celebration of liturgy does this to me.

A world torn by war, hatred, violence is evil personified. A Eucharistic heart grown large out of the mystery of dying and rising is indeed Love personified. When the texts of our liturgical prayer draw in the reality of our world situation, we breath in and out Divine compassion.

This Sunday, Palm/Passion Sunday, we praise as we parade with palm branches, then we try to settle our joy into a deep listening, making space for the suffering of the Anointed One, the Messiah, Jesus, the Christ.  The proclamation of the Passion is indeed a sustained poignant experience.

There is an earlier moment in the liturgy that makes way for the hearing of the passion story: the singing of Psalm 22, “My God, my God why have you forsaken me.” The melody in Catholic Book of Worship III was written by Brother Donatus Vervoort, (1931 – 2014) a deeply spiritual man who strove to serve persons in need with an understanding mind and a warm heart. I dare to say in the shaping of the melody for Psalm 22 his lived experience of war in the Netherlands, stretched and molded his understanding heart. When we sing that plaintive antiphon, our hearts are stretched to encompass the passion of the Christ, and the passion of our world.

But let me introduce you to another setting of that psalm. This is the composition of David Willcocks, SJ. This 6-minute video begins with a brief commentary on Psalm 22, followed by the cantor’s prayerful ministry.

Jesus lived among the people of his time in humanness not clinging to his divinity. He came to show us how to manifest God’s love in our world.

This Palm/Passion Sunday might we be shaped by the liturgy and carry into our lives the remembrance of his suffering, and all who know abandonment, cruelty and the horror of war.  May our liturgy this Palm/Passion Sunday reveal to us Christ’s compassionate heart for the whole world and all creation.

-Sister Loretta Manzara, CSJ

All four gospels record this significant and prophetic event. You can find them in Matthew 21:1-11; Mark 11:1-11; Luke 19:28-44; and John 12:12-19.

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A Visit from Sister Kitty for World Poetry Day

From time to time, Sister Kitty appears at my office door with a poem to share. She doesn’t email it or send a link — she recites it, right there in the room. Those brief visits have become a small joy in the rhythm of the week.

With World Poetry Day coming up, I asked if she might offer something new for the occasion. She happily obliged, arriving this week with a fresh poem and, after reciting it aloud, sharing a few of the poets she loves to read and return to.

We’re delighted to share Sister Kitty’s new poem here for World Poetry Day, along with a few of the poets who inspire her. In the words of Sister Kitty, “I learned it in school. People will think we only learned sad poems in school…and maybe we did...the Irish tend to be melancholy!”

Take a moment to enjoy the poem — and perhaps discover a new poet along the way.

To Daffodils By Robert Herrick

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;

As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attain'd his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And, having pray'd together, we

Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,

We have as short a spring;

As quick a growth to meet decay,

As you, or anything.

We die

As your hours do, and dry

Away,

Like to the summer's rain;

Or as the pearls of morning's dew,

Ne'er to be found again.

Sister Kitty, “I also love Padraig O'Tuama in this podcast and so do over a million other people. Try him out. https://onbeing.org/series/poetry-unbound/

- Connie Rodgers, and Sister Kitty Stafford

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