This painting is one of my favorite things. I purchased it in Rwanda in March 2007. It is hand-painted batik on cloth (at least that's what the shopkeeper told me). I love it because when I saw it, I had an "aha" moment.
The familiar DaVinci version of The Last Supper, with it's aging European-looking men, has never been very inspiring to me personally.
I haven't found one disciple in particular whom I identify with. They are just Jesus' disciples, the ones He called to follow Him, the ones He did life with, the ones who had specific purpose in serving with Him and carrying on His message after the Ascension, the ones who started The Church and ministered to the people just as He did and started spreading the Gospel to the ends of the earth, just as He asked them to in The Great Commission.
Hmmm. That sounds like OUR job description too. Only now, when I look at my painting, I don't see specific faces and personalities. I see me. And us. We are the disciples Jesus has called to do exactly what the disciples were first called to do. Follow Him. Do life deeply with Him. Live with His purposes driving our lives. Serve people. Carry on His message of hope, healing, justice, compassion, mercy, love, peace, eternal life, abundant life. Be a passionate member of The Church, minister to people through the church and sometimes in spite of the church. Take the Gospel message to the ends of the Earth. In whatever way you possibly can.