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night was the beginning of the Jewish Passover.
It was marked by celebrations in homes throughout
the world. Certain foods were eaten. Certain prayers
said. It is the memorial commanded by God.
It brings to the present reality their salvation
by God from the bonds of slavery. The account
in Exodus prescribes the sacrifice of a lamb,
the eating of its body and the smearing of its
blood on the doorposts and lintels of each Jewish
household. God promised to save those who lived
in a house protected by the blood of the lamb.
The fore-shadowing of Christ's sacrifice and
the Communion he commanded is clear. I think the
disciples would have seen it, even if they didn't
quite put it together until later. This is my
Body. This is my Blood.
From the ordinary ritual of the Passover meal
comes the new meal of the Body and Blood of Christ.
We eat the Body and we smear the blood on the
doorposts of our heart. The judgment of God passes
over the hearts protected by the Blood of the
Lamb.
But, there is even more in the events of this
night. The three synoptic Gospels record the Passover
dinner. John mentions the Passover meal, but tells
of another ritual performed by Jesus and thus
completely turned on its head.
Jesus took on the job of a servant. Not some
highly trusted major domo, but the lowly wash
boy who scrubs the muck and manure off the feet
of his master's guests. Of course, the disciples
didn't get it, at least not Peter. This was going
too far. This was a horribly demeaning act. How
could the One called Christ stoop so low.
"For I have set you an example, that you
also should do as I have done to you."
What did Jesus mean by that? Usually we answer
that we are to be servants to each other, being
humble even in the midst of great authority.
I think there is something else here. All four
Gospels make it clear that there were twelve disciples
at dinner with Jesus that night. Judas was there.
Judas was at the table when the bread, the Body
of the Pascal Lamb, was passed for all of them
to eat. He was there when the Blood of the Lamb
was drunk. He was there as Jesus poured water
of the encrusted feet of his friends.
Jesus knew Judas had betrayed him. I don't believe
for a minute that Jesus had directed Judas to
betray him. Judas, out of his free will, set Jesus
up to be captured. And Jesus knew this.
So, as the bread and wine was passed around the
table, it was eaten and drunk by James and John
who wanted to be the head of the band, Peter who
would deny Jesus, and by Judas.
The cleansing Body and Blood of Christ had been
consumed by the very one who would enable the
Pascal Lamb's own slaughter.
And then, Jesus stripped as a slave, holds the
feet of his betrayer in his hands and pours water
over them. He rubbed off the dirt and the filth
on Judas' outside, but was there anything touched
or cleansed inside the heart of this coward and
traitor?
Betrayal and forgiveness. We have all felt betrayed
at one time or another, I'm sure. For some, the
betrayal is huge and life altering. For others,
the painful, yet relatively minor betrayals still
bite deep into our souls and our psyches.
Could we hold the feet of those who have hurt
us and pour the cleansing water of forgiveness
over them? Could we allow someone who had hurt
us to do the same? Jesus washed Judas' feet. On
the next day, he would look down from the cross
and forgive those who had nailed him to that tortuous
tree.
If Jesus could do that, why can't we look into
the eyes of those with whom we are estranged and
give and receive forgiveness. Is it pride? I don't
know if it is or not. I know there are people
to whom I would not want to serve the Body and
Blood of Christ in my vocation as a Priest. It's
my problem, not theirs, ultimately. But, some
things are more difficult to forgive than others.
Yet, the one who washed the feet of his betrayer
and gave his Body and Blood that even the worst
sinners could be made whole, commands us to swallow
our pride, repent of our anger and hatred and
forgive.
I believe I remember Fr. Philbert Kalisa, from
Rwanda tell a story of widows of those killed
in the genocide of 1994, going into the prisons
and washing the feet of those who had murdered
their husbands and children.
I remember when Pope John Paul the second went
to prison and forgave the man who had shot him.
Amazing stories of forgiveness.
The amazing thing about the Eucharist is that
we are protected by the blood of the lamb against
the justice of God. Which means that God will
not treat us according to our sins, rather by
the Love and Mercy in our hearts.
God pours water over our feet forgiving us of
even the worst sins. It is now our responsibility
to do to others as he has done to us.
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