Feet

 

Feet.  Underappreciated, overlooked.  What grounds us, literally, to this earth.  (Yes, I know gravity is the force that actually does this, but I can’t see gravity.  I can feel my feet grounded to the earth.)  In a time when travel was almost exclusively by foot, a sign of respect and reverence, and of hospitality, was to wash the feet of visitors. One of the perks of my retirement is that I try to get a pedicure every 3 months or so.  I enjoy the rejuvenation of my spirit that I feel when I’m having my feet massaged and rubbed with lotion.

As we age our feet show the travails of our lives.  Infants have innocent and almost perfectly formed feet, yet they’re also soft and weak, incapable of holding their weight or transporting them.  Children, teens, and young adults have feet that become progressively stronger, more capable and supportive, more able to move in a willed direction.  But these feet also start to develop signs of age, signs of toughening, of callousing and callousness, to the forces around them.  Think of how calloused the feet of Jesus and His disciples must have been – tough as leather, reflecting the many miles that they had traveled.  Even later in life feet show more of the stress that they’ve received – bunions, and aches, and pains that only increase as they’re used. 

Jesus, by His act of washing the calloused, dirty, tough soles of the disciples’ feet clearly sends the message that, as He reminds them and us, no master is greater than the disciple (John 13:16-20).  I think there are other possible messages here though.  Jesus chose to humble Himself by washing feet, the means by which people move in a willed direction.  And so we can ask ourselves in what direction are we moving, and is it the direction we feel called by God to follow?  Is Jesus reminding us to ask if our feet are moving us closer to God?  And what of our feet themselves?  Are they innocent like the infant’s or calloused and world-weary like the older person?  Doesn’t Jesus rejuvenate our feet, and our spirits, by His washing and refreshing, His message of hope and salvation?  And can we accept His washing, as did the apostles, by surrendering to the act of charity that He provides with a grateful heart?  When we’re aware of Jesus washing our feet, do our eyes shine with the gratitude of an old man whose feet are caressed and rubbed with lotion?

My prayer today is that I can be conscious of Jesus being there to wash my world-weary feet as I journey through life, and that in my consciousness I can be grateful for His sacrifice for me.