Friday, April 10, 2009

Dear God,

I knelt at their feet. With bowl and pitcher, I washed their feet and dried them. Feet of all sizes, shapes and colors. Kneeling at the feet of a child, a teen, older and younger men and women, I held their feet in my hands after washing them and prayed for a blessing for their lives. How privileged I felt.

Following the service the youngest member Sarah, aged 7 or 8, came up to me. "I was already clean when I came because I took a bath but when you washed my feet, they felt cleaner." What could I say to her, this young child?

You were present in the pews, in the music and in my hands as I touched those who were willing to let me wash their feet. I sensed your love present in the darkened room. Those who came to commemorate Jesus washing the feet of his disciples and offering them the last supper entered the sanctuary after washing their hands. They came not because they didn't have anything else to do but because they wanted to be near you in the memory of your last days.

You live
in our hearts,
Most Precious Living God.
You entered
our hearts
even before
we existed
as a
single cell.
You reveal yourself
to us
day after day.
How honored
we feel
to join you
in this commemoration,
in this memory,
this living testimony.
Our hearts
are full
of you.

Love, Andrea