Holy Week

Little Piggies

John 13:1-17, 31-34

Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already decided that Judas son of Simon Iscariot would betray Jesus. And during supper  Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands and that he had come from God and was going to God,  got up from supper, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself.  Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”  Jesus answered, “You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” Peter said to him, “You will never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no share with me.” Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!” Jesus said to him, “One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you.” For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, “Not all of you are clean.”

After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had reclined again, he said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord, and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, slaves are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.

When Judas had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him,[a] God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me, and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come.’ I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”


For the last seven weeks, Katelyn and I have gawked over Clive: from his chubby little cheeks, his ever moving hands, his blue (hopefully turning brown) eyes, to the slow growing hair on his head. But there is nothing we have gawked at more than his feet. Not a day goes by when both of us, likely multiple times throughout the day, gleefully squeal, “look at those piggies”! And if you’ve ever spent time around a newborn, I think this is normal behavior. Or maybe we’re just crazy because we really think his little feet are so cute and small and soft! Nearly every night, we wash those feet, taking them gently in our hands, cleaning them with soap, drying them off, and rubbing them with lotion.

It’s one thing to wash or touch a baby’s feet, but as adults, that becomes a little more awkward. There's not quite the excitement or joy around adult feet as there is for a newborn. When I wear birkenstocks, no one comes up to me gleefully squealing “look at those piggies!” And for good reasons! Both parties would be embarrassed, I presume. And my feet aren’t like Clive’s; they aren’t soft or small, and I couldn’t tell you the last time lotion touched them, if ever. As adults, our feet become hard, calloused, and cracked; they might be discolored by disease; gnarled from years of ill-fitting footwear; and surely they’re smelly at the end of the day. From heel to toe, we feel there is much to be embarrassed about. So, unless you get a pedicure often, we keep our little piggies hidden, covered, and under no circumstances, perhaps other than tonight, do we let people touch them.

Why then, may we wonder, does Jesus wash the feet of his disciples and even worse tell us to wash one another’s feet?!

If you think feet are filthy now, they were likely worse in the time of Jesus: walking, nearly everywhere, in sandals on sandy roads and rocky ground. Feet were the dirtiest, dusty part of one’s body. As a sign of hospitality, a host would leave water near the door for guests to wash their feet off. Often a slave would do it. On a more rare occasion, a student would wash the feet of their teacher. But on Jesus’ last night with his disciples, he flips the script, humbles, or more like humiliates, himself and washes the dirty, dusty, smelly feet of each disciple.

But what does this act mean, both for the disciples and for us? What makes it so important? Is Jesus simply calling us to wash feet because they're dirty and smelly? Or is there something more going on here?

Peter, both horrified that Jesus would take the position of a slave and likely embarrassed that Jesus would see and touch his feet, replied how I imagine many of you did when you heard this was a foot washing service, “you’ll never wash my feet”. Yet, when Jesus says “if I don’t do this, you won’t be a part of what I’m doing,” Peter takes the washing with astounding literalism asking Jesus to wash his whole body. Yet it’s not about the feet or the washing.… It’s about love and what Jesus is about to do for the disciples and for us on the cross.

In washing their feet, Jesus is saying to everyone, (to you) give me the dirtiest, dustiest part of yourself and I’ll make it clean. Reveal the part of you that's broken and bruised, hurting and aching and I’ll heal you. Show me the part of yourself that you keep covered, that you don’t want anyone else to see and I promise I will still love you.

We all have that part of us, that memory, that trauma, that hidden secret, that we don’t want others to know or see or embrace. But that’s the part that Jesus wants to hold, to bear, to cleanse. And that’s exactly what Jesus does on the cross. He willingly takes from us all our sin, our shame, our guilt, and we are made entirely clean.

And because we have been washed, because we have seen and felt the example of Christ and his love, we can be foot washers, too. By this, Jesus isn’t calling us to be pedicurists in a literal sense, nor to be killed on a cross, of course. Rather, he is inviting us to love and be loved, which looks and feels a whole lot like washing feet: because it means dealing with the dirt in other’s lives and in your own. It means holding the brokenness and burdens of your neighbor while they carry yours, too. It means revealing the hard, calloused, and cracked parts of your life that you would rather remain covered. And doing all of this for a person or people whom you can’t stand or who may have even hurt you. Notice Judas was at the table that night and his feet got washed, too.

So tonight you are invited to get your feet washed, not because they need bathed (though they may), but so that we remember and experience, if ever so slightly, the humbly, cleansing love of Christ shown on the cross. Will it be awkward or embarrassing; it might. Will it be intimate, most likely. But so is loving your neighbor. Which is exactly what we disciples are called to do. Amen.

Maundy Thursday - "Anatomy Eats"

John 13:1-17, 31-35

Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus answered, “You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” Peter said to him, “You will never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no share with me.” Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!” Jesus said to him, “One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you.” For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, “Not all of you are clean.”

After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord — and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.

When he had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come.’ I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”


We’re going to get serious in a minute – and very serious in a little bit – but here’s a little something for the kids. It might actually be for anyone old enough to remember School House Rock, too.

That weird, cheesy little blast from the past came to mind when I learned about a doctor a few weeks ago named Jonathan Reisman. He’s written a new book called The Unseen Body. Each chapter is about a specific body part or body fluid (yeah.) and everything that particular body part, or body fluid, might have to tell us about ourselves, our health, our body, and its function or purpose. So, as you might imagine, there’s a chapter on the heart and the brain and the liver and the lungs, and so on. And, as you might not like to imagine, there are also chapters on blood, urine, and feces, too.

As part of his research and his lived experience as a doctor, really – as someone who found great respect and reverence for the human body on the very first day he started dissecting his cadaver in medical school – Doctor Reisman also credits his medical studies and career as a physician with turning him into a “foodie” of all things, someone with a fascination with and penchant for discovering more about fine food and drink.

He says that when he started learning about which muscles in the human body correspond to which cuts of beef he was eating, for instance, he wanted to know more about that. So, not only did he do some research by way of slaughterhouses and butchers, but that led him to start collaborating with a chef on a project they call “Anatomy Eats,” where they gather people for dinner and he and the chef teach, talk about, and explain to the guests what it is – exactly – that they’re eating.

Like, each dinner has a theme – the cardiovascular system, for instance – where they serve three species of heart, cooked in three different ways. And they serve things like blood cookies and blood sausage, too. (I know enough about blood sausage to know I want nothing to do with a blood cookie.) And as part of such a meal – before or during dinner, I’m not sure which – he dissects a heart for his dinner guests, showing them the arteries and the valves, how it all works, what makes it healthy what causes it disease, and so on. Bon appetit!

Now, despite the fact that I don’t eat mammals or birds, I have zero judgement about any of this, but this is not a dinner reservation I would make. I actually give Dr. Reisman and whoever dares to attend one of his “Anatomy Eats” dinner parties credit for wanting to know that much about what it is they’re eating.

And it all made me think about Jesus – his Last Supper – and what in the world those first disciples must have been thinking when he invited them over to celebrate the Passover meal … when he started breaking bread and pouring wine and then talking about eating his body and drinking his blood, for crying out loud, I wonder if they felt like they were at some First Century version of an “Anatomy Eats” dinner party.

And they were in a way … with the Great Physician, in Jesus, after all … who was teaching them about what it would mean to eat and to drink and to be fed, and nourished and filled up with the body and blood of the Lamb of God.

Now, Jesus didn’t dissect any lambs … blood sausages likely weren’t on the menu … but he did show them what his body came to do – its function and purpose, if you will. When he disrobed at dinner; when he wrapped that towel around his waist; when he got on his hands and knees to wash the feet of his friends, Jesus modeled for his followers what servanthood looked like – he embodied humility, meekness, generosity, grace. And he invited them to do likewise.

And he gave them more clues that night, too, about what his blood would accomplish. His was a new covenant of sacrifice, mercy, and forgiveness of sins. His was a cup of goodness to be shared with the whole wide world.

And it wasn’t anything like a science project, but Jesus revealed his heart to them, in the end. And he invited them to show theirs, too. “Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this [kind of love and mercy; this sort of sacrifice and servanthood] everyone will know that you are my disciples.” “… if you have [this kind of] love for one another the world will know we’re in this together.”

And that’s what I think this Maundy Thursday, this First Communion, this Last Supper, and this Greatest Commandment stuff is all about, for us. There’s so much symbolism, so much emotion, so much ritual and tradition surrounding what we’re here for tonight.

And I think it’s hard to wrap our heads and our hearts around it all, really. And it’s hard to swallow, as it were – the fullness of what this meal and this commandment mean for us. And I’m not talking about the “gross” factor in all of this. I’m talking about the “grace” factor, here:

That God would take on flesh, I mean, and take up a cross and give his life for the sake of the world – and ask us to do the same.

That God would stoop to serve humbly, give generously, suffer sacrificially – and ask us to do the same.

That God would love people so deeply, without condition, with no strings attached, without a return on the investment – and command us to do that, too.

So we eat, we drink, we remember, we give thanks, and we hope …

We hope that the saying is true … that you are what you eat, in some way … and that this meal fills us with the same deep love, the same wide forgiveness, the same faith that even though we die, we will live – connected, one to another, and bound together by the grace of God, in Jesus, crucified and risen for the sake of the world.

Amen