Maundy Thursday

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YaChasin Community, St Albans, 2003-4
Over the last couple of years the Chasers have hosted a “How to Host a Last Supper” Meal in St Albans. Its a simple resource designed by and availiable through Scripture Union Victoria. We’ve found it a really good exercise for those with little knowledge of the Easter story. We even threw in a footwashing welcome which was funny when one of Tri’s gangsta friends came to show off his new WRX Turbo and ended up with clean feet and a part of the party. Last year we kicked on to “The Lookout” at Gelibrand Hill overlooking Melbourne for the readings of the arrest and denial….


We based ‘The Lookout Service’ on a midnight service on Iona which I was lucky enought to able to attend Easter 2000. It was an hour of mostly silence with the arrest and denial readings interspersed by verses of Sydney Carter’s “Bitter was the Night”.
Having seen it done really well in the monastery at Iona on a freezing cold Scottish night I was really keen to try something similiar overlooking the city on a balmy Melbourne Easter.
Gellibrand Hill is a real rugged nature reserve with big boulders, bush and kangaroos but with great views of the city skyline, a giant radar dish for airplanes flying in low to the nearby airport. You have to walk a kilometer from the car to get to the top of the hill, so you get a real sense of journey and adventure getting up there in the dark.
Different voices read the readings with Mariecris and I sharing the verses of “Bitter was the Night”. Simple, short, powerful….best thing I did all year.
Bitter Was the Night
(Carter)
Bitter was the night,
Thought the cock would crow for ever.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day.
Saw you passing by,
Told them all I didn’t know you.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day.
Told them all a lie,
And I told it three times over.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day.
What did Judas do?
Sold him for a bag of silver.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day.
What did Judas do?
Hanged himself upon the branches.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day.
Bitter was the night,
Thought there’d never be a morning.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day.
Bitter was the night,
Thought the cock would crow for ever.
Bitter was the night,
Before the break of day
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One Reply to “Maundy Thursday”

  1. Just found your site, looking for the words and guitar chords for Bitter was the night. Thanks for the words, do you have the chords?!!! Need them for two school assemblies this morning here in London

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