Maundy Thursday: Denial

It will soon be evening. During the day, the expectations of others determines everything. The crowds press in, demanding my best at all times.

So long as my true self remains hidden, insulated from trial and testing, all should be well.

Maybe a meal with friends will make gentle my appetites and anxieties. Or maybe being with others bring greater odds for all my flaws to become the meal's centerpiece.

But really, it's just dinner. What could go wrong?