Holy Thursday Batman!
This morning I'm reflecting on how prfoundly counter-cultural the triduum is. Tonight we begin a three day long worship service with washing oneanother's feet. For those who believe worship begins at 8:30 on Sunday morning and ends no later than 9:30 Sunday morning this can feel a bit freaky. So when I say the triduum is counter-cultural, I mean that it runs counter to the culture of the church as well. These three days call us to a deeper piety. This over-the-top act of worship doesn't let us off the hook - it grabs us by the _____(insert what ever might be pretty uncomfortable here), and doesn't let us go. We have yet to recieve the forgiveness from our confession on Ash Wednesday...these days of Lent are like an unresolved chord progression. We have been uncomfortably waiting for resolution for weeks and now we raise the volume to 11.
Washing feet is humiliating, both for the washer and the washee. Tonight I will allow someone to wash my feet...in the sanctuary. Even for the grooviest, most out-there churches, this is pretty different stuff than what ussually happens in the sanctuary. (That reminds me to try and exfoliate some of the 1/2 inch of dry winter skin off my heels). This act of humility and service is a powerful ritual enactment of Christ's ministry. Everything was stripped away and Christ met those around him (and all of us) on a core level of who we are...children of God. Wealth, gender, status, health, purity was all of no consequence. So too in this act of foot washing. We are all stripped down to this common factor: we all need, we all are weary, we all have dirty feet and everybody's shit stinks. Here is where God meets us today and everyday, in our commonality - which is the truth that we all have dirty feet and that we are all the beloved of God. This (I think) is most certainly true.