![]() Thirteen friends gather for dinner. The atmosphere is intimate, maybe a little tense. They’ve been through so much together—miracles, storms, crowds, confrontations. Now, as they sit down to share a meal, something unexpected happens. The guest of honor—Jesus—gets up from the table. He kneels. He pours water into a basin. And he begins washing their feet. Can you imagine that today? Picture a president or a CEO dropping to their knees to scrub dirty feet. It feels almost absurd. But that’s exactly the point. The Night We RememberMaundy Thursday calls us back to that Upper Room. We remember three powerful movements from that night:
No slave was present that night. No servant waiting at the door. So Jesus—the Son of God—picks up the towel. And while the disciples are arguing about who among them is the greatest, Jesus interrupts their chest-thumping with an act of radical humility. More Than Dirty FeetJohn’s Gospel, full of layers and meaning, wants us to see that the foot washing is not just about cleanliness. It’s about incarnation—God stooping down into the dirt of the world to lift us up. Every move Jesus makes that night tells a deeper story:
Three days later, he would be nailed to a cross. Yet that night, he chose to demonstrate love with basin and towel. "He loved them to the end." (John 13:1) The Kingdom Starts LowAfterward, Jesus says something shocking: “I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you.” (John 13:15) In other words: Get low. Serve one another. Love without limits. The world tells us to climb higher—to chase recognition, status, power. Jesus invites us to step lower—to seek brokenness, service, humility. This is what real love looks like: It’s not performative. It’s not self-protective. It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. It’s sacred. This is love at ground level. How We RememberMaundy Thursday invites us not just to remember with our minds but to step into the story with our bodies. Think about your most meaningful meals—the ones where laughter, tears, and vulnerability were all shared around the table. The lighting was probably low. The conversations were real. There was something sacred in the atmosphere. That’s what Jesus created in the Upper Room. When we gather tonight, maybe we dim the lights. Maybe we pass around a single loaf of bread, tearing pieces from it. Maybe we taste the story and feel the vulnerability. Maybe we set aside our polished traditions for something a little more raw, a little more real—just like Jesus did. It doesn’t have to be fancy to be holy. Living the Towel LifeAt the end of the night, the question isn’t just "Do we remember?" It’s "Will we live differently?" Will we pick up the towel in a world obsessed with thrones? Will we choose downward mobility in a culture addicted to upward success? Will we love at ground level? Because Jesus’ hands may have been nailed to a cross, but our hands are still free. Free to serve. Free to kneel. Free to love. Tonight, Maundy Thursday, isn’t the end of the story. It’s the beginning of the kind of love that can change the world. Prayer to End the Reflection: Lord Jesus, You stooped when we expected you to reign. You served when we expected you to rule. You washed our feet when we didn’t even know they were dirty. Teach us to love like you. To kneel, to serve, to risk vulnerability. And in this moment of remembrance, Lead us into resurrection hope. Amen.
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AuthorAbout Rev. Dr. Erin Marie Burns (But please, just call me Erin!) I’m a pastor, writer, and professional "showing-upper" when life gets messy. Around here, we talk about grief, faith, hope, and how to care for people when words just aren’t enough—because let’s face it, sometimes life hands us more questions than answers (and that's okay). I believe in the holy power of just being there, that coffee should basically count as a spiritual practice, and that God shows up in the small, quiet moments—like a kind text, a shared silence, or a garden full of stubbornly beautiful dahlias. When I’m not writing or walking alongside folks in hard seasons, you’ll probably find me: Attempting to tame my garden (the weeds usually win). Practicing archery like I’m training for a medieval adventure. Chasing family time, deep conversations, and maybe a slice of pie. If you’re looking for real talk, a little humor, and gentle reminders that you don’t have to fix everything—you’ve found your spot. Pull up a chair, grab a mug of something warm, and stick around. We’re in this together. P.S. Come back next week—grief, faith, and hope aren’t one-time conversations! ArchivesCategories |