It really begins. If Elizabeth Fitzgerald were present that day she’d say, “Webb Hubbell, all hell done broke loose.” Reading the accounts of this day it seems that everybody Jesus taught and trained can’t get it right. Nobody seems to understand what Jesus is saying, Judas goes off the reservation, the disciples can’t stay awake, ears are chopped off, and even his star player seems to have forgotten for what team he’s playing. He can’t get it right even after three tries. Most coaches would walk off the court.
What impresses me about these stories is that amongst all this chaos and madness Jesus remains calm, in fact he seems to get calmer the crazier things get. Like a great coach he knows that the basics he taught will come back to them at some point and they will go on to greatness. He left us all a legacy at the Lord’s supper that enables us in times of crisis to get us past when “all hell done broke loose.” The coach remains calm; ever present with us in body and blood.