Maundy Thursday
2016
Do
As I Have Done To You
This
is a night of quite mixed traditions: Last Supper, foot washing, altar
stripping, all-night vigil. There is the Passover first described in Exodus.
There is Paul’s take on the Last Supper. There is John’s take on the Last
Supper. We compress them all into this one night we call Maundy Thursday.
The
name derives from the Latin mandatum,
meaning commandment or mandate, and the phrase in John’s Gospel: "Mandatum novum do vobis ut diligatis invicem
sicut dilexi vos" ("A new commandment I give unto you, That ye
love one another; as I have loved you").
Although
it is often assumed the Last Supper was a Passover meal, even a Passover Seder,
John’s account quite definitely places it “before the festival of Passover.”
For John, it is not Passover and it is not a Seder meal.
The
ritual behavior of blessing bread and blessing wine, however, is quite common
around Jewish dinner tables year-round, especially on Sabbath eve. What is
unusual is Jesus’ self-identification with the bread and wine.
Oddly,
out of all five chapters in John’s gospel that describe the Last Supper, there
is no mention at all of bread or wine. None. It can be seen in other parts of
John’s gospel, but it is conspicuously absent from the Last Supper.
Instead,
John offers the unique description of Jesus washing feet. He takes off his
outer robe, ties a towel around himself, pours water in a basin and begins to
wash feet and wipe them with a towel the night before Good Friday.
Perhaps
we remember Mary the sister of Martha and Lazarus anointing his feet with oil
and wiping them with her hair the night before Palm Sunday – Spikenard Saturday.
Perhaps we remember that foot washing was done by the lowliest of household
slaves.
It
is an extreme posture and activity to assume. Not unlike overturning the tables
in the Temple precincts to make a point. Not unlike withering fig trees to make
a point. Not unlike accepting a drink of water from a Samaritan woman in
public. Not unlike eating with prostitutes, tax collectors, blind, lame and sinners
of all kinds.
Jesus
was not a moderate. He did not play it safe.
He
picks up a towel. It has been said by some that Jesus’ entire life was a
ministry of the towel. When he was born in a lowly stable, his mother wrapped
him in something like a towel. He stanches the flow of blood in a hemorrhaging
woman with something like a towel. He prepares and cleans up tables before and
after meals with towels. He wipes feet with a towel. And when he dies on the
cross, he is wrapped in something like a towel and placed in a new tomb.
So
thetowel can be said to summarize his entire life and ministry of service to
others. All others. Especially those who were not welcome much of anywhere
else.
Maybe
that is why Peter at first refuses to participate. Maybe that is why Peter
pulls back from having his feet washed: he does not want to think of himself as
being lumped in with all those others, all those unclean and sinful people
Jesus insists on welcoming all the time.
Maybe
Peter was the first to think, “There but by the grace of God go I.” Something a
lot of well-meaning Christians like to think is what God’s grace is all about.
I
used to help serve meals at Paul’s Place and had a music and prayer ministry
there. One day Bill Rich, a colleague and friend, turned to me and said, “There
by the grace of God am I.” I have never forgotten that.
I
believe that is at the heart of Jesus and the washing of feet. There we all
are. We are the poor. We are the sick. We are the broken and brokenhearted. We
are the slaves escaping from Pharaoh’s bitter yoke. We are the poor Syrian
child who has no mother or father tonight. We are the poor Mexicans threatened
by the drug cartels. We are the devastated families in Brussels, in Paris, in
Yemen, in the Ukraine, in Iraq and Afghanistan whose lives have been torn apart
by terror and war. We are the young black men and women stopped for driving
while black, shot before a trial of their peers, incarcerated for minor
offenses. We are the poor child born of a crack addict tonight. We are the men,
women and children infected with HIV/AIDS. We are the hungry, the tired, and
the unemployed. We are the mother, father, sister or brother who sits on Death
Row. We are the men and women of our armed forces at home and abroad waiting
and wondering what tomorrow might bring. We are First Responders everywhere who
work tirelessly day and night to meet our most urgent needs.
In
the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
And
the Word accepted a drink of water from a despised and broken woman.
And
the Word touched a bleeding woman. And the Word fed thousands of hungry people.
And
the Word picked up a towel, washed everyone’s feet and gave dignity to all of
human kind.
He
made us one with himself and with all creation.
He
taught us how to love one another as he loves us. As He loves us. As God loves
us.
Washing
feet, eating bread and drinking wine makes us his own. This is his table not
ours. He denies no one a seat at his table. We are to welcome everyone who
comes to it. He gives his body and his blood for the life of the world – the
whole world – everyone, every place, every thing, every speck of dust.
He
invites us to do to others as he has done for us. Welcome them to his table.
Wash their feet. Wipe them with a towel. His towel. Tonight we can feel what it
is like to live with him. We hold the bread of life in our hands. We drink from
the cup of salvation. He says, “Do to others as I have done to you.
We
see in his body and blood all the peoples of the world, all sorts and
conditions of humankind, and we join with him and say, “There by the grace of
God am I.” Amen.
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