What will you do the night before you die?
As I have been graciously and thoughtfully invited to consider the question of Jesus washing the feet of Judas, I would view foot washing as an "enacted prayer", which would then be also become
an even more dramatic view of the crucifixion. Who would Jesus not include in such a total prayer?
I'm so delighted to find my poem here, part of a rich Last Supper feast of love, mercy and inclusion. As the washing of feet seems to take place first, Judas would have been part of it too. And Jesus shared the meal, broke bread, with him. Such staggering grace.
Thank you for this. I am always called back to the 1876 painting by Ford Maddox Brown of the foot washing and the looks on the disciples faces as Jesus washes Peter’s feet.
Years ago I participated in a guided meditation centered in Christ washing the feet of the group gathered. We were encouraged to “watch” Christ move from one person to the next until he arrived at our feet. Then we were encouraged to study him as he lifted our feet...to feel his hands...to look into his eyes as he blessed us and moved to the next person...and then to sit with the experience. To this day I sit in awe, wonder and mystery as I recall the experience.
What a powerful way to consider the humanity of Jesus and the divinity. We, in Christ, are called to that same connection and relationship with the Divine- and to the power and presence of Love among us
1. Of course He washed Judas's feet. This is Jesus, not some self-styled preacher.
2. I called this sermon from last year "What if the table is the point?" and shared it everywhere I could, short of printing it and handing it out on street corners. (And I might have done that, were it not for the holy man who's already claimed my closest upper-middle-class intersections.)
I was once part of an Emmaus team. One of the ways we learned to serve was to participate in a feet washing ceremony. It was one of the most holy acts I have done. We need servant leaders in the church today.
In a church in Dallas. One Maundy Thursday, the minster and I washed the feet of the elders. We all gathered as a community to share a mealthe elders were at one long table in front of people sharing a meal after dinner we washed the Elders feet, so they could see this experience at a church.
In Green Valley, Arizona, the pastor call force people to let him wash their feet. Only two of us showed up.
One of the most spiritual, moving experiences I have ever had was washing the feet of migrants. IOne migrant whole bottom of his foot was a blister. I goof a picture and sent it to the Head Chief of
Border in Washington. Our group the Samaritans were able to send him to a doctor for a treatment. See saw so many dust blister feet. Is was A moving experience.
The wonder of it all!
Cuts straight to the meaning oh Holy Thursday
Wonderful way to lay it out! My perception was that it’s like a rehearsed play, until Jesus washes their feet. Then, anything is possible, because feet are clean, Hope is percolating, and we can go anywhere. But can we?
So very somber. Smitten. Though washed, weighted with open vulnerable heart