It is always an impressive thing - to wash the feet of so many people at this Holy Thursday Liturgy. It would be easier is I weighed a few less pounds...
I have shared before the fact that I try not to look up when I am washing feet during this liturgy, and I think that this is because of the reflection found in a book "Finding Jesus" - a reflection on the Bowl that Christ used in washing the feet of his Disciples and the sanctity of service… I share this again this year:
If I had to choose some relic of the Passion
I wouldn’t pick up a scourge or a spear,
but that round bowl of dirty water.
And I would want to go around the world
And I would want to go around the world
with that receptacle under my arm
looking only at people’s feet;
and for each one I’d tie a towel around me
bend down, and never raise my eyes
higher than their ankles
so as not to distinguish friends from enemies
I’d wash the feet of Atheists,
I’d wash the feet of Atheists,
drug addicts, arms dealers,
murders, pimps and abusers of all kinds
- and all in silence until they understood
I am a witness
so people can point to me and say:
"There it is, there is faith in operation,
there is a believer,
there is the holy operating in another human being.
It is the guy
with the bowl of dirty water in his hands."
Peace
Peace
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