As he gathered at his table those who longed to know the way, Christ proclaimed a holy mystery; still his words call us today. As he took the towel and basin, not as master, but as friend, Christ portrayed the way of service; still in serving we must bend. As he blessed the bread and broke it, human need to satisfy, Christ made even traitors welcome; still we question "Is it I?" As he took the cup and shared it, telling of the Father's care, Christ poured out himself in promise; still that covenant we must share. As they sang a hymn together, praising Israel's saving King, hearts and voices made one music; still delivering love we sing. As he went into the garden praying, "Father, use your Son," Christ alone could know its meaning; still we pray, "God's will be done." Though this feast be one of symbols, what we celebrate is real; still Christ welcomes to his table; still Christ serves us at his meal.