Yesterday evening, Casey and I went to the evening Mass of the Last Supper. It was a beautiful night of reflection and prayer. Traditionally, this Mass includes a washing of the feet ceremony. Each parish has a unique way of performing this ritual. Some parishes wash the feet of their church staff, and others wash the feet of random volunteers. As I watched this part of the Mass, and pictured Jesus washing the feet of the disciples, it struck me that I needed to participate in this. We are called to LIVE OUT THE GOSPELS in our lives, so I leaned over to Casey and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to wash your feet when we get home." He looked at me a little surprised, but then gave me that smile and squeeze that translates into, "my wife is cute."
After Mass we spent some time in Adoration then headed home. Once we arrived home I gathered the supplies. I got a bowl, a towel, and a pitcher of warm water. I am an ambiance person, so I lit some candles, turned off the lights, and had some our favorite Christian songs playing in the background. We did an opening prayer, and then we washed each other's feet. While we washed each other's feet, we apologized for any wrongdoings we had done to the other. To say it was powerful, would be an understatement. I highly recommend this prayer experience to anyone.
Washing another's feet takes much humility and vulnerability. Humility, in the sense that you have to get on your knees before them to do it, and vulnerability in allowing someone to wash you and be in your personal space.
Last night, the Last Supper came to life a little bit more to me than it ever has. Jesus Christ, the Son of God, spent his last night on Earth showing us that we are called to serve with humility and vulnerability. Today we walk through His sorrowful passion, and then we wait.... we will be waiting patiently and prayerfully for Easter morning...