There must have been some solace in Jesus’ mind the night of his last supper, knowing what is about to happen, knowing his fate, knowing that in 3 days his journey on earth will culminate in a resurrection that will change mankind forever. I’m sure his demeanor at the dinner table was calm and calculative; dropping hints to his apostles as to what was about to happen; sharing in a meal that would become known as his Last Supper.

Suzanne & I couldn’t find that solace this evening as we ate supper. Trying to make small talk, sharing how ‘positive’ we both were in what was about to transpire, but mostly staring off into space with no expression.

Tomorrow, Suzanne faces the most terrifying experience of her life. She will hear the diagnosis of her disease and the proposed treatments that we pray will save her life. But the uncertainty of it all is almost too much to bear. Will our lives ever meet the expectations we had? Will we ever travel again? Eat unusual foods? Smell exotic flowers? See another sunrise?

The answers to these questions and many more are to be revealed to us tomorrow. Not literally tomorrow, but each day we live from here on. These questions are not new to us just because Suzanne has cancer, we ask these questions every day. What’s for lunch? Are we going to take a trip this fall? Did you see that the peach rose opened up this morning? Wasn’t the sunset beautiful last night?

Jesus Last Supper may have been his last, and it was a world-changing event that millions of people try to experience every Sunday. Our last supper really wasn’t our last, it was just the last one before tomorrow.

Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
Matthew 6:34