FOOT-WASHING . . . having loved his own which were in the world, he loved them unto the end. John 13:1 Tin bowls enameled white, warm water, two towels. The men wore big black suits and sat in pairs. One would kneel and lift the other's white feet into the bowl. Thick fingers splashing the water. After each washing they stood up and kissed each other's cheeks. The old ones cried. The boys watched. When the bowls were taken away the men talked in the back just like any other day. I never did it. They stopped the year I was baptized and I always wondered just why the old men did weep?
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