The point in the evening when all the awkward 
							greetings are over and the small talk has gotten 
							past the weather, the Cubs, and how the kids are 
							doing.
							
							The point in the evening where you and your spouse 
							forget about the argument you had over the bottle of 
							Pepsi you brought instead of the wine as you walked 
							up the sidewalk.
							
							The point in the evening where you stop worrying if 
							so-and-so will be there because, well, she tells the 
							same stories over and over and if you have to listen 
							to Mr. Know It All’s take on the candidate you’re 
							most annoyed with that you might just rip his toupee 
							off and tell him to shut it. 
							
							The point in the evening when you’re more than half 
							way through the night and you are just 45 minute 
							away from taking off this tie or those heels, and 
							you can slip back into those tired sweatpants, let 
							your hair down, and watch reruns of your favorite TV 
							show.
							
							We want to get to the main event, don’t we?
							
							Some of us are perfectly fine with the small talk 
							and rarely argue with the significant other, don’t 
							worry at all about who will be there, and find a 
							night in watching Netflix a bit too boring.
							
							Some of us see the whole night as the main event and 
							are saddened when even the trivial celebration comes 
							to an end. 
							
							If you’re thinking I am being a bit trite in my 
							generalizations, you are absolutely right. 
							
							Something needed to set us up about our foot washing 
							experience.
							
							Like going to parties or events, some of us could 
							care less about what our feet look and smell like. 
							While there are some of us who washed our feet three 
							times before we came and powered them with some of 
							whatever Mary used on Jesus when she anointed his 
							feet.
							
							And, there are those of us who absolutely will not 
							let you or anyone, for that matter, near our feet.
							
							What an extreme generalization bout foot washing, 
							right?!
							
							In the story of Jesus washing the feet of the 
							disciples, an event that happened before the last 
							supper, there are extremes in what takes place as 
							well. Imagine this:
							
							Jesus is at the table with his disciples, all of 
							them reclining, propped up on their elbows, dipping 
							pita bread into bowls of savory hummus and smacking 
							their lips; licking their fingers. The sounds of 
							conversation fill the room, punctuated from time to 
							time by loud laughter or the clink of one clay cup 
							against the other. Oil lamps flicker, their light 
							reflected in the shining eyes of the disciples, and 
							while all of this is going on…
							
							Jesus gets up from the table…
							
							Strips off his outer robe… Wraps a towel around his 
							waist…
							
							Pours water into a basin…
							
							And begin to wash the disciples’ feet.
							
							An extreme, unexpected action that causes a bit of a 
							ruckus amongst the disciples. As we all know, it was 
							the role of the house servant, not a person such as 
							Jesus, to wash the feet of the disciples. In fact, 
							the disciples had probably had their feet washed 
							before. However this is different. This isn’t some 
							servant or even one of their peers but instead this 
							is Jesus. Their teacher. Their Lord. 
							
							As he makes his way around the room, the disciples 
							fall silent, until all you can hear is the splash of 
							water being poured into the basin over dusty, 
							callused feet.
							
							This is when another extreme takes place in the 
							story. While foot washing was normal, it was 
							expected, what Peter does was a bit over the top. 
							Peter objects, saying “You will never wash my feet! 
							But if you insist, wash not only my feet but also my 
							hands and my head.”
							
							Jesus persists in washing only the feet and asks, 
							“Do you know what I have done to you?” 
							
							There is but silence.
							
							Jesus speaks again, “I have set you an example. If 
							I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you 
							also ought to wash one another’s feet.” Despite 
							Peter’s best attempt to be holier-than-thou or 
							attempt to wiggle out of Christ’s intimate act of 
							service, Jesus washes his feet. 
							
							What do we do with this story?
							
							Some of us hear this story and think, “This is a 
							story about social justice and action, putting feet 
							to our theology.” We want to ask questions such as: 
							“Where is it that people are broken and bruised from 
							war, poverty, drugs, abuse, and discrimination and 
							are in need of a healing bath?”