Smell my feet

It's Maundy Thursday - Holy Communion, new commandment and foot washing day, for some. Here at CtK tonight, Grant just washed two feet (belonging to the same person - who knew ahead of time that her feet would get wet in front of God and everybody). I wonder what would have happened if we had the whole congregation line up to have their feet washed in the same bowl of water?

It's funny - in our office version of Microsoft Publisher, if you limit the results to "photos" and search the clip-art for "basin," you will get exactly one picture: of the kind of kidney shaped basin someone with the stomach flu might appreciate. Somehow it seems oddly appropriate for tonight. I have several friends who simply cannot stand feet - not even their own. And I've seen some pretty nasty looking feet in my day - feet I certainly would NOT want to be near, much less close enough to smell, or touch, or scrub, or massage, or wash.

Good thing Jesus isn't so picky. The betrayer's feet: washed. The denier's feet: washed. The rest of the disciples who somehow go AWOL between dinner and breakfast: clean feet.

Thanks be to God.