Tonight, the Lord stoops low. The hands that shaped the heavens take water and wash the dust from human feet. Bread is broken, the cup is given, “This is my Body… This is my Blood.”In the quiet of the upper room, love is made visible: not in power, but in service; not in word alone, but in gift.“Do this in memory of me.”

Today’s the day! The Abbot’s Way Café is now officially…