Introduction
PS to MT to GF to ES. It’s not exactly the same as Tinker to Evers to Chance, to borrow from the 1910 poem by Franklin Adams[1], but it describes the Passion Play of the Trinity, putting Death out of the game. Palm Sunday, to Maundy Thursday to Good Friday to Easter Sunday.
As we celebrate Palm Sunday today, I want to look forward to Maundy Thursday and to Good Friday, and the remembrance of the Passion. First, where does “Maundy” come from? First, lots of people don’t use the term. In other places (particularly Ireland and Scotland), the term Holy Thursday is more common.
There is some uncertainty in where “Maundy” comes from. The most generally accepted theory is that it comed from the old French mandé, from the Latin mandatum, the first word of the Latin version for “A new commandment I give you: That you love one another; as I have loved you” (John 13:34)[^wikimaundy]. An alternate theory is that it comes from the “maundsor baskets” that the King of England would distribute to some of the poor before attending mass on Holy Thursday. In this case, maund comes from the latin mendicare and the French mendier, both meaning to beg.
I haven’t studied enough of the question to have an opinion, but both origins can describe things that we are to do. In the case of the derivation from mandatum, this is the root for our word “mandate”. A new mandate I give you. Perhaps that’s a bit stronger than a new commandment. Or perhaps the meaning of commandment has been watered down over time, since it’s not a word we use much today. But mandate is a pretty strong word and reinforces the perspective that this is something that is required of us. That mandate is that we love one another. And, to me, that means all of the others. Not just the ones who are like me or the ones that happen to agree with me.
In the context of “to beg”, then Maundy can also be the reminder of our call to take care of the poor, specifically. That’s one aspect of love, and something where Christ’s call is clear.
One song that our choir has done for the Maundy Thursday service every year is Take My Mother Home, which is Andrew Clarke’s arrangement of a particularly touching spiritual (that’s really about Good Friday). One reason for the notice of this song is a performance by Harry Belafonte in the 1950’s[2], and another is the work of Francis Hall Johnson to preserve many of the spirituals during the early 1900’s[3].
Take My Mother Home
The biblical reference for this song comes from John 19:25–27:
25 Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. 26 When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” 27 and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. [NIV]
The words are haunting as presented in the spritual
I think I heard him say when he was struggling up the hill
I think I heard him say, take my mother home
Then I’ll die easy, take my mother home
I’ll die so easy, take my mother homeI think I heard him say, when they was raffling off his clothes
I think I heard him say, take my mother home
I think I heard him cry when they was nailing in the nails
I think I heard him cry, take my mother homeI’ll die this death on Calvary, ain’t gonna die no more
I’ll die on Calvary, ain’t gonna die no more
Ain’t gonna die no moreI think I heard him say, when he was giving up the ghost
I think I heard him say, please, take my mother home
Please, take my mother home
For me, the “nailing in the nails” part is particularly emotionally strong. That part is sung by the men against a stylized crying done by the women. And it comes to a particularly discordant chord on “nails”. The way we present this piece is, in my view, a much harsher presentation than what the demo version that the various sheet music sites use. The Clarke arrangement is a somewhat challenging piece for our choir, in part because he uses a bunch of chords that are more common in jazz music.
A more traditional spiritual presentation can be found on YouTube, done by the Morehouse College Glee Club (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eM8bXW3fhU). They also include to other verses, one “when they was spittin’ in His face” and one “when he was dyin’ on the cross”. And the chords in and around “nailing in the nails” are also extremely discordant, as it should be.
Watch the Lamb
The second song I want to present for today is also from Good Friday, and derives from Mark chapter 15, including the story of Simon of Cyrene being forced to carry the cross for Jesus. This is a long song (over 7 minutes) and very disturbing. I don’t like the thought of children seeing any crucifixion. But children did and have seen such things.
This is Watch the Lamb, by Ray Boltz (http://www.rayboltz.com/). What I hadn’t known, when I picked this song for today, is that Ray Boltz “came out of the closet” in 2008. His newest album (True) has songs about his challenges reconciling his identities as a gay man and a Christian.
Walking on the road to Jerusalem
The time had come to sacrifice again
My two small sons,
They walked beside me on the road
The reason that they came
Was to watch the lambDaddy, daddy what will we see there?
There’s so much we don’t understand
So I told them of Moses
And Father Abraham
And then I said,
Dear children, Watch the lambFor there will be so many
In Jerusalem today
We must be sure the lamb
Doesn’t run away
And I told them of Moses
And Father Abraham
And then I said,
Dear children, Watch the lambWhen we reached the city
I knew something must be wrong
There were no joyful worshippers
No joyful worship songs
I stood there with my children
In the midst of angry men
And then I heard the crowd cry out,
Crucify HimWe tried to leave the city
But we could not get away
Forced to play in this drama,
A part I did not wish to play
Why upon this day
Were men condemned to die?
Why were we standing here
Where soon they would pass by?I look and said, Even now they come
The first one cried for mercy,
The people gave him none
The second one was violent,
He was arrogant and loud
I still can hear his angry voice
Screaming at the crowdThen someone said, There’s Jesus!
And I scarce believed my eyes
A man so badly beaten,
He barely looked alive
Blood poured from His body,
From the thorns upon His brow
Running down the cross
And falling to the groundI watched Him as He struggled
I watched Him as He fell
The cross came down upon His back,
The crowd began to yell
In that moment I felt such agony
In that moment I felt such loss
Until a Roman soldier grabbed my arm
And screamed, You, carry His cross!At first I tried to resist him
Then his hand reached for his sword
And so I knelt and took
The cross from the Lord
I placed it on my shoulder
And started down the street
The blood that He’d been shedding
Was running down my cheekThey led us to Golgotha
They drove nails
Deep in His feet and hands
An yet upon the cross
I heard Him pray, Father forgive them
Oh, never have I seen such love
In any other eyes
Into they hands I commit My spirit,
He prayed and then He diedI stood for what seemed like years
I’d lost all sense of time
Until I felt two tiny hands
Holding tight to mine
My children stood there weeping
I heard the oldest say
Father, please forgive us
The lamb ran awayDaddy, daddy what have we seen here?
There’s so much
That we don’t understand
So I took them in my arms
And we turned and faced the cross
And then I said,
Dear children, watch the Lamb
Conclusion
We stand in the triumph of Palm Sunday. But we know what will come with the passion and suffering of Christ. It is the painful reminder we go through each year, to remember that our God loves us that much. And we will come through Good Friday and move into the even greater triumph of Easter Sunday.
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See, for example, the article on Baseball’s Sad Lexicon on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baseball’s_Sad_Lexicon. ↩
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See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GLSKM5YtRE for a YouTube recording (no video) of the Belafonte presentation of this hymn. ↩