Showing posts with label Maundy Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maundy Thursday. Show all posts

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Holy Week: servant to all

Who is it that is working under the table tonight?
Kneeling in the dust, breathing in the stink of sweaty unwashed feet?
Doing the work that no one else would voluntarily stoop to do?  The work of the lowliest of slaves?
It certainly is not someone in middle management, a person with degrees and diplomas.  It is not someone looking for creative and fulfilling work.  It is not someone with investment accounts and IRAs.
No it is that class of workers who lack papers and fear a knock on the door from the INS.  It is those workers who are paid in cash and often fail to receive what has been promised, who have no protection from the law.   It’s the sex workers we distain and the garbage workers we are sure to stay upwind of.
Not just those who work off the grid, it is also those who clean our offices at night and work in the freezing cold and boiling summer sun.  It’s those car wash kids who forget to dry off that last window or the pizza delivery guy who has someone else’s order.  It’s those workers who know how to say, “Would you like fries with that?”
These are the folks who are out of sight and therefore out of mind, at least until something is late or wrong or lost.  They are the invisible ones, flipping burgers, mowing our lawns and washing the feet of the elderly at our nursing homes, and washing us in the hospitals.  They are the laundry workers and migrant farm workers.  These are the ones we don’t want our children to marry or our grandchildren to grow up to be.
We have worked hard to get where we are and we don’t want to put aside our honors, accomplishments, pride and comfort.  We don’t want to put aside our fancy robes like Jesus set aside his outer garment and  stoop under the table with Jesus to help him wash the feet of those who called him Rabbi and Lord….the ones who would abandon, deny and betray him.  It was all well and good for Mary to anoint Jesus’ feet – it was her place, her job.  But not us.
Yet Jesus says, “If I your Lord and Teacher have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet….I have come not to be served but to serve….If you know these things you are blessed if you do them.”
So at the center of our confession is this:  we don’t want to leave the table to wash the unwashed, to serve the outcasts, to bring comfort to the unmentionables.  We not only don’t want to do this work, we don’t want to be reminded that this work needs to be done.
Jesus breaks the bread at the table and tells his disciples, “This is my body given for you”   He wasn’t talking just about the cross.  He gave his body first under the table with the invisible ones, doing the dirtiest of the work. 
Those who join him at the table are called to join him under the table as well.



Thursday, April 17, 2014

A Maundy Thursday reflection

Who is it that is working under the table tonight?
Kneeling in the dust, breathing in the stink of sweaty unwashed feet?
Doing the work that no one else would voluntarily stoop to do?  The work of the lowliest of slaves?
It certainly is not someone in middle management, a person with degrees and diplomas.  It is not someone looking for creative and fulfilling work.  It is not someone with investment accounts and IRAs.
No it is that class of workers who lack papers and fear a knock on the door from the INS.  It is those workers who are paid in cash and often fail to receive what has been promised, who have no protection from the law.   It’s the sex workers we distain and the garbage workers we are sure to stay upwind of.
Not just those who work off the grid, it is also those who clean our offices at night and work in the freezing cold and boiling summer sun.  It’s those car wash kids who forget to dry off that last window or the pizza delivery guy who has someone else’s order.  It’s those workers who know how to say, “Would you like fries with that?”
These are the folks who are out of sight and therefore out of mind, at least until something is late or wrong or lost.  They are the invisible ones, flipping burgers, mowing our lawns and washing the feet of the elderly at our nursing homes, and washing us in the hospitals.  They are the laundry workers and migrant farm workers.  These are the ones we don’t want our children to marry or our grandchildren to grow up to be.
We have worked hard to get where we are and we don’t want to put aside our honors, accomplishments, pride and comfort.  We don’t want to put aside our fancy robes like Jesus set aside his outer garment and  stoop under the table with Jesus to help him wash the feet of those who called him Rabbi and Lord….the ones who would abandon, deny and betray him.  It was all well and good for Mary to anoint Jesus’ feet – it was her place, her job.  But not us.
Yet Jesus says, “If I your Lord and Teacher have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet….I have come not to be served but to serve….If you know these things you are blessed if you do them.”
So at the center of our confession is this:  we don’t want to leave the table to wash the unwashed, to serve the outcasts, to bring comfort to the unmentionables.  We not only don’t want to do this work, we don’t want to be reminded that this work needs to be done.
Jesus breaks the bread at the table and tells his disciples, “This is my body given for you”   He wasn’t talking just about the cross.  He gave his body first under the table with the invisible ones, doing the dirtiest of the work. 
Those who join him at the table are called to join him under the table as well.


Maundy......a command I give

Maundy.........probably from the Latin mandatum the word for command or commandment.  It is the first word of the phrase "mandatum novum do vobis ut diligatis invicem sicut dilexi vos" the Latin translation of "A new commandment I give unto you.  That you love one another as I have loved you."  John15

Maundy Thursday.  The day of Christ's commandment to love.

 How do you command someone to love?  How do you know when you have fulfilled such a commandment when love is as deep as the ocean?

Perhaps you start by getting your feet wet......and perhaps by washing the feet of another. Figuratively and literally.  Bend over and start at the bottom where every human foot encounters all the detritus, trash and dirt and seriously icky stuff of this world.  Start your loving there at the bottom.  Find whatever the equivalent of washing a foot is in your world and do it.

It will require putting down the stuff we drag around with us, our troubles, our agendas, our importance and our ego.  We will have to put down our smartphones and satchels, pull the ear buds out of our ears.  We will have to carry water and find towels.  We will have to get all. the. way. down.

Jesus loved his disciples before he washed their feet and washing their feet wasn't the lowest he was willing to go to embody God's love for God's creation.  Tomorrow he would take on Rome and a cross.

But let's start at a simpler place.  Let's try washing feet and see how we do with that.