Tonight, Maundy Thursday in the western church calendar, is the night my tradition (Church of the Brethren) is our most liturgical of nights. Congregations around the world will observe a rich liturgy that brings together all the gospel accounts of Jesus’ last supper and Paul’s admonition in I Corinthians 11. Early Brethren called this the Lord’s Supper, or even the Wedding Banquet of the Lamb but we have come to call it simply Love Feast.
I call this observance liturgical because it is well structured and about as formal as we get in our times of worship. As a young pastor, I led one of my first Love Feasts that I developed from Henri Nouwen’s Can You Drink the Cup. I felt it was a great way to frame out practice around Christ’s invitation to drink the cup he was about to drink. However, I switched two part of the observance– inviting the congregation to start sharing a simple meal and not washing feet as they were used to. One woman from the congregation was in her grove and instead of starting to pass the food around the table, she got up and grabbed the towel to wrap around her waist as she had done dozens of times before. I had disrupted the ritual, and she instinctually did what she had learned to do. Rookie mistake– I bucked ritual formation.
Love Feast in a nutshell has four components, all of which synthesize the stories of the last supper. First, we gather for self-examination. This comes from Paul’s commentary on the Lord’s Supper in 1 Corinthians where he admonishes the community to take the meal appropriately, discerning the body. The initial gathering is a time to prayerfully discern our spiritual and social lives for the ways we have countered God’s vision of wholeness. In other words, it is a time of confession. Second, we move to a time of washing feet. In John 13, Jesus took a towel and washed the disciples’ feet. Third, we take a small simple meal much like the disciples and Jesus did in that upper room. Finally, then, we take communion–the bread and cup.
Pastors and deacons will all offer various commentary at each point in this liturgy. Some of it will come directly from our minister’s book, some of it will be extemporaneous, and some will prepare their own thoughts. When I first joined my congregation’s Love Feasts I often heard the washing of feet described as our emulation of Jesus’ act of service. And culturally, we highlight the basin of water and a towel as a kind of icon for service.
The profound thing about ritual acts like washing feet is the meanings are endless. Seeing Jesus’ act as one of service comes from understanding the historical context of servants washing the feet of guests coming into homes of the first century. In fact, it makes a lot of sense given Peter’s revulsion at Jesus kneeing before him.
Yet, I think the act of washing feet as we practice it within the whole of the Love Feast Liturgy isn’t completely about service. In fact, I don’t think the meaning of service fully makes sense of why we are so uncomfortable with the whole thing. We like the idea about serving others, of washing their feet, because it shows us to be Christ-like people. It puts us in a good light when we do something Jesus did.
Unfortunately, the interpretation of service makes us the center of the story.
I think we are much more like Peter. We don’t want others to do something for us. His exchange with Jesus– pushing back and then Jesus’ response that everyone has bathed but still need to wash feet–makes the act much more than embodiment of service. It’s a washing, a cleansing much like baptism. In later theological terms, we are talking about the priestly act of removing the sins of one another.
What we will do tonight is a radical act of mutual intersession, or what we might call an embodiment of the Priesthood of All Believers. Instead of a key leader, like a priest or the pope, washing everyone’s feet (or a symbolic 12), we will go around a circle and wash one person’s feet and then they will wash another’s feet. This goes around the circle until each one is washed and has washed. We cleanse each other. We minister to each other symbolically assuring each other that the sins we have confessed have been forgiven.
My worship professor in seminary always admonished us that we do not have a time of confession without offering words or images of assurance that what we have confessed has been forgiven. In the structure of the Love Feast, the washing of feet comes immediately after we have examined ourselves and confessed our sins. The washing, then, is an assurance of God’s forgiveness that we embody to one another as priests to one another.
Each time I have washed feet I am nearly brought to tears. I don’t tear up when I am wrapping the towel around my waist and kneeling in front of someone. I am humbled by the grace of someone else kneeling to wash my feet. I choke up at the image of someone else caring for my spiritual and physical self. I am challenged by the gift of grace offered through someone else.
In short, I don’t think washing feet is about service. I think it is a radical, and priestly act. We offer and receive forgiveness from God through each other.
We are all priests.