We had a church full of animals this morning, so I kept the sermon brief and, hopefully, to the point. I did say a little more, but here was the crux of the matter, reckons this worthless slave:

Jesus asked, “Who, when his slave comes in from the field, says, ‘Sit down, eat’?”

Jesus who, when his friends arrived to prepare the Passover meal, took off his robe, tied on a towel, washed their feet.

Jesus who, when his disciples drew in their nets from a long night’s fishing, greeted them on the beach with bread and fish cooked over a welcoming fire.

Jesus who, each time we come to the Table, welcomes us with wine poured out like blood and water; bread broken open …