The worship service was ¾ over - and now it was time for communion. I got up and followed the people in front of me - head down, hands cupped ready to receive - my mind still, footsteps slow. I receive the bread and wine and walked back to my seat. I’m at the end of the row - but close enough to the front that I can see almost everyone who was behind me walk forward just as I did. But now all I see are their feet.
Feet, like hands, come in all shapes and sizes. Most of the worshipers have shoes on - and they too come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Some are barefoot. Because these are my colleges, I recognize some of the shoes and some of the feet.
Flash forward to the Via de Cristo overnight training session. It’s late - we are all tired - but we gather in a circle around 2 chairs situated in the middle of the room -a candle is lit and sitting on the small low table next to the open bible. At each place are a basin of water and towels neatly folded.
Instructions are given and the story is read. And then one buy one, men on one side , women on the other - we get up and sit - to have our feet washed and dried by a stranger. We do know each other - but enough to be this intimate?
Feet are amazing things - they carry us around - wherever we decide to go - sometimes without complaint - and many times with. Blisters, bruises, sore muscles, fallen arches, bunions, calluses, toe nails too long or too short. We tend to take them for granted - until they scream in pain.
They walk in all kinds of things - both barefoot and otherwise. You never really know what is on the ground - that icky something might get caught between your toes - or stuck on the bottom of your shoe. Bare and walking on holy ground - or shod with leather to get them thru the muck.
And like our hands - they come in all shapes sizes and colors. From the plump and soft feet with sausage toes of the 6 month old to the knarly and worn out feet of the elder.
But feet, like our hands, are needed. Not only by the body that they support - but by God - how else will the hands get to the places they need to be in order to do the work God has called them to do?
Worship - serving - resting - running - walking -
God’s work our hands - God’s work our feet. Amen
I like to spend time at the shore - whether it is a lake or ocean, a river bank or just the pond in front of our last house. I can see the river from my backyard where I live now. Water can be soothing and healing. It can also be also turbulent and fatal. But first of all it is life giving. Stories of Jesus often placed him at the shore, but more importantly at the edge of understanding - for him, his disciples, his followers and now for us as well...
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
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