When my girls were babies I used to love to give them
baths. To marvel at their fingers and toes- pink and beautiful. And babies love
their feet. They enjoy looking at them as much as we do. They are a source of
joy. Sometime after that though, I am not sure when, we stop thinking that. We
learn to think of our feet as something to be covered up, not exposed. Something
for which we need props. Even the bravest of us get pedicures. Feet are somehow
not beautiful.
And so when we hear that Jesus washed feet on the
last night with the disciples, I wonder how many of us would be in the church
today if the way we remembered Jesus each week was to wash feet?
Yet here we are with this lesson, and every year for
the past three I have preached on it. Maybe some day we’ll wash feet. But not
tonight.
We hear that Jesus gathered the disciples for a meal
and for conversations and that he loved them to the end. And he is entirely in
control.
And slowly, he took of his robe and all the things
that identified him as a Rabbi and a Teacher and a Leader. Set them aside. And there
he is, wearing only a towel and holding a basin of water.
And he begins, kneeling and crawling, from person to
person and washing their feet. And it’s odd and uncomfortable. And we can’t
imagine.
It’s odd and uncomfortable. And yet Jesus knew where
their feet had been. Those feet were dirty and calloused, perhaps scratched in
places. Walking without the best footwear, and walking on the paths animals
also trod. And animals do what they do- and the feet bear it- dirty, damaged
and stinky feet.
And he goes to person after person. And maybe deep
down we even want to say, “Get up, Jesus!” We don’t want this.
As beautiful as it is that tonight we are celebrating
6 kids making first holy communion, and it is beautiful, we want communion, and
Easter! Not Holy Week and washing feet.
Like Peter we want to say- no way! Yet Jesus loved
them to the last.
To the very last one. Even Judas had his feet washed.
Be still. This is for you. Even though you don’t understand it.
In humility and service, in love and intimacy, Jesus
loved. Showing there was nothing that stood between us and God’s love.
He loved who we are- people uncomfortable in our
skin.
He loved people knowing where there feet had already
been- the times the feet had walked away in argument,
the times the disciples said they would do something
and then didn’t.
The time feet walked to a meeting to agree to betray
for 30 pieces of silver.
Those feet were cleansed.
As Jesus keeps showing intimate, no holds barred
love.
Knowing where the feet will go. Yet saying- you
belong to me.
And you belong to each other through me.
And the message for us as ever is that we are
exposed, but we are loved.
It’s a gift we almost don’t want- we don’t want to be
that known and exposed. And yet, it’s the gift we most desperately need- to be
renewed and cleansed by real intimate love.
Sacrificial love.
A love that challenges everything in us and yet is
whole hearted.
This is what we long for, isn’t it? Isn’t this why we
are here?
To experience THIS love?
God knows us- we are exposed. Yet loved. God loves the real us.
It is uncomfortable, and sorrowful, and leaves us in
humbled awe, and hopefully joy.
This is the love we are then challenged and empowered
to share.
Love one another like this.
This love- This is Christ for us, Christ with us.
Still.
AMEN
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