Maundy Thursday, 13 April, Fr James Heard at St George's Campden Hill

Maundy Thursday, 13 April, Fr James Heard at St George's Campden Hill

Tonight’s Gospel passage I’m sure is quite familiar to us. Jesus, the servant king, takes the lowly position of a servant by washing his disciples’ feet. It was Jesus’ way of showing who God is, what God is like.
The other main character was Peter, the impulsive, but also endearing, disciple. He has an astonishing ability to get it so right sometimes, but also an equal ability to completely misunderstand. And in this encounter, he misunderstands what Jesus is doing. He refuses Jesus’ offer of washing his feet, thinking that this simply isn’t becoming to a rabbi, a holy person.
Jesus insists, however. He must wash us if we are to belong to him. When Peter understands this, he abruptly changes his mind and impetuously demands that Jesus give him a complete bath!
Jesus reminds Peter, he remains us, that by belonging to him, by being called by him, we have already been washed. We don’t need another full immersion, as it were. As Tom Wright puts it, what we need is a regular washing of those parts of ourselves, our personalities and bodies, which get dusty and dirty. This has been our journey throughout Lent.
After washing his disciples’ feet Jesus tells them to do likewise. Jesus gives them, he gives us too, a pattern to follow… a pattern of serving, of caring for one another, of not getting too proud or important. And we need to be reminded about this again and again, because we all too easily forget. We are challenged to look beyond our own little horizon, to look away from ourselves, and at the community we are called to serve. How will everyone know that you are my disciples? If, if… ‘you have love for one another’ (v.35).
This is important to remember, because we can often become hardened to the world’s needs. This is particularly true in our world of instant communication – a bombing in Syria is relayed immediately through 24-hour news channels, twitter, facebook and so on into our lives. And there is so much shocking news that we can easily become inoculated or numbed by the often horrific stories and events that we daily hear. Our hearts can so easily become hard.
I’ll never forget hearing Jackie Pullinger speak at Holy Trinity Brompton several years ago. She left Britain when she was 21 years old, after studying at the Royal College of Music, and arrived in Hong Kong with $10 in our pocket. Has hasn’t left. She been there since 1966. She has spent her entire working life serving the drug addicts in what is called the Walled City. The organisation that formed now provides homes for 200 people. The charity's work has been recognized by the Hong Kong government who donated the land for the rehabilitation homes. The intervention process that the drug addicts go through is very intensive. Instead of giving them medications they are put into a room for 10 days, and prayed over and cared for by a group of ex-addicts. This is the quote I heard her say:
‘God wants us to have soft hearts and hard feet; the problem is that we have hard hearts and soft feet.’
What a challenge. We constantly need reminding that our vocation as Christians is to serve, to love one another. To love and serve those who seem unlovable.  So that’s the first challenge… to love and to serve as Jesus did.
The second thing to reflect upon tonight and, indeed, throughout Holy Week, is how we worship. We come to a part of the church’s year that embodies the Christian faith in a definitely physical way. Tonight, we wash feet. Tomorrow at 12 noon there is the ‘liturgy of the cross’, a chance to physically stand before a wooden cross, to hold it, to kiss it, to stand silent before it. At the Saturday vigil, we gather around a bonfire at the entrance to church, light the Easter Candle from this bonfire and process into a pitch-dark church singing ‘the light of Christ’. Other candles are lit. When we come to the Gloria the organist stretches his/ her arms over the organ, the lights are switched on, we ring bells… we shout out, Christ is risen!
We experience the drama of salvation in a remarkable way an embodied faith… light, colour, movement, smells, taste, they are all there. They are there throughout the year, of course, but there is a glorious intensity during Holy Week.


This might all be old hat to you good Anglican folk. But for many Christians, for me growing up, we had a profoundly disembodied faith. The roots of this are a mind-body dualism where the mind, thought, will, is considered more pure, holier than the body. The body is something to overcome, and most certainly excluded from worship. I’m exaggerating to make a point, of course.
I didn’t recognise this growing up. I only noticed it when I returned to my home church after being in an Anglican church for several years. I remember looking around: there was no brightly decorated altar and certainly no vestments, there were no candles, no cross, no stain glass windows. It was a profoundly interior, disembodied faith. Becoming a Christian meant saying a prayer – which is a cognitive act – or, like John Wesley, experiencing your heart ‘strangely warmed’, an affective experience which is also something interior. I don’t want to knock those things because our intellect and emotions are part of who we are and part of our faith. But our faith is enriched and deepened if it is embodied because, quite simply, we ourselves are embodied beings.
This physical dimension is seen and experience in a profound way this evening in the washing of feet. It’s a profoundly physical and spiritual way of connecting and re-enacting the Gospel narrative. Of course, we get nervous about the idea of washing someone else’s feet. Equally, we feel anxious about letting someone else wash our feet… it is risky; it’s a vulnerable thing to do. And yet I want to encourage you to embrace the risk, to step out… It’s the most natural thing a community of people could do.
I’d like to end with a poem by Malcolm Guite entitled: Maundy Thursday.

Here is the source of every sacrament,
The all-transforming presence of the Lord,
Replenishing our every element
Remaking us in his creative Word.
For here the earth herself gives bread and wine,
The air delights to bear his Spirit’s speech,
The fire dances where the candles shine,
The waters cleanse us with His gentle touch.
And here He shows the full extent of love
To us whose love is always incomplete,
In vain we search the heavens high above,
The God of love is kneeling at our feet.
Though we betray Him, though it is the night.
He meets us here and loves us into light.




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