On Holy Thursday, we reenact the last hours that Jesus and his disciples spent together: washing each other’s feet and sharing the Passover meal made new by Jesus’ covenant with us in his body and blood.
Those who are privileged to pour water on the feet of our sisters and brothers experience another’s pilgrimage to the Lord. Think of those feet. Some are younger, rounder, still outgrowing shoes each year. These are feet that will deftly dribble soccer balls, climb mountains, dance in high heels at proms, walk proudly across graduation stages. Other feet are tougher, flatter, calloused and veined. These are feet that work six days a week, carry babies, climb stairs, stand in packing plants. Some feet are swollen and hurting, even broken and casted.
Some of these pilgrims started their journeys far away, and others hail from nearby. They come from Mexico, Guatemala, India, Viet Nam, Columbia, Africa, Omaha, Carter Lake and Council Bluffs—all joining a procession of fellow travelers in the aisle of Corpus Christi parish, where all feet are holy, all feet are washed, and all are disciples on a pilgrimage to the Lord.
Jesus teaches that we must give ourselves to our brothers and sisters by serving all. What a gift we are to each other! We expose our humble, dirty and even broken feet to one another, and in return, we are bathed in soothing water, ready to continue our pilgrimage to the Lord together.