|Sr. Joye Gros washing feet.|
It's a revealing exercise to look at my relationships through the lens of figurative foot-washing, outside of Holy Thursday, in the ritual of everyday life. With family and friends, where there is a mutuality, we wash one another's feet all the time. With my formators, teachers, spiritual directors, wisdom figures, where there is a hierarchy, my feet get washed all the time, but I don't wash their feet. With the people to whom I minister, I wash their feet all time, and they don't wash mine. With the people I used to work with, outside of religious life, there was very rarely any foot-washing. But what about my peers in community: do we, as self-proclaimed disciples of Jesus, wash one another's feet the way He wants us to? In all honesty, I think the answer to this question is generally no, and I'm not really sure why.
|Sr. Joye Gros getting her feet washed.|
I think, on my part, perhaps there may be some expectation that we are able to wash our own feet. Or that perhaps I am here to wash someone else's feet, someone more needy than the Sisters I live with. This is crazy, dualistic thinking. Help can be given and received in any direction. Yet somehow, in this regard, I know that only in my head and not in my heart. This is a place where Jesus' message has not quite taken root. This is my prayer on these Holy Days: God's living water for the parts of my heart where the soil is hard and cracked and dry.
What about you? Whose feet are you not yet ready to wash? Why?