Feet

So we find ourselves in Holy Week (the holiest of all weeks, naturally) and last night I participated in the Maunday Thursday service, which is a service in which we take part in what Jesus did at the Passover before he died(called the "Last Supper" being exactly what the name implies), where he washes the feet of the place of least honour at the table, which was Peter whom he built his church on...very interesting stuff.
So this was my first time to really do the foot washing and not just watch it, and it was unbelievable, it was intimate, but not in a creepy stalkish way, in a way that meant, in a way that challenged me to try to live more like that all the time. That is not my point though, the most powerful part of the night for me was the fact that we all took off our shoes, we all went up to the foot washing stations (located in the front of the church) with our shoes off. I don't know about you, but for me, being barefoot is a very freeing thing. It's like, when I put on shoes I can pretend to be something else, but when you are exposed like that....you are you, just like you are at home, just like you are at your most intimate times, just like you were the day you were born.
It got me thinking about the first night of Lent when I cut off all my hair, and felt the amazing feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, and how it kept reminding me of the presence of God. I was thinking that if I were to, say, take off my shoes during church I would feel that same kind of thing, because after your feet have been confined in shoes for so long and you take them off there's that same freedom, just like my hair, how you can feel the air on your feet – like it's the first time you've ever felt it.

Kind of reminds of why churches sometimes use incense, to remind us of the presence of God through a tactile means.