When Jesus wanted to share the last Passover meal with his disciples, he asked them to go to the city of Jerusalem and look out for a man carrying a jar of water, who would meet them, and take them to a safe place (Luke 22:7-13).

As they approached the city, maybe on a hot, dry, dusty day, the man carrying a jar of water must have really stood out from the crowd. He was a man, carrying water. Not what you might expect. He could just as easily have been a man wearing a red tunic, or riding on a white donkey – or a woman selling dates. But he wasn’t, he was a man carrying a jar of water.

A man carrying water, in a jar of clay, probably. A man that was going to show them the way to a room where the Passover could be celebrated, an act of remembrance of a time when God’s chosen people were saved, by daubing the blood of a sacrificial lamb on the doorposts of their homes.

The imagery seems very powerful. Here are the disciples, Peter and John, wanting to make the right preparations, as their Lord asked. Here they are in a hot and dusty world, surrounded by people rushing about doing their own business. And out of the crowd comes a man carrying water – in a jar of clay. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes – surely we can see ourselves as that jar of clay. Into which Jesus has poured living water, by which we are saved!

Surely, Jesus is that water carrier – carrying the life giving water, but carrying it in jars of clay – in us. Carrying us towards a meal with him, in a place of safety, a place that has been prepared beforehand, his Kingdom.

So, do we let Jesus carry us? Do we let him carry us towards a new Passover meal, when he will eat bread and drink wine with us anew?

Do we try to emulate him , as he asked us to do, by being like the water carrier, showing forth to others that the water of life is available to all? Do we share that water with each other, strengthening and uplifting each other on the journey towards that wonderful future?

If the water carrier had been carrying his jar of water covertly, hidden under a cloak, would the disciples have recognised him? Do we think the water carrier was smiling, as he met the disciples, welcoming them to follow him? Do we do the same as we meet each other?

We have the opportunity – each and every day. We can hide the water, inside us, or we can show it forth. We can let the water carrier support us, as he carries us towards his feast of the future. And all this is made possible by Christ’s sacrifice on the cross – a new Passover, in which the blood of a new sacrificial lamb is shed on wood, the wood of the cross. This little passage in Luke seems to make it very clear what we can do.