Washing Each Other’s Feet

“After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, ‘Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord–and you are right, that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them (John 13: 12-17).’ ” 

Every time I hear this text, I am reminded of my call to ministry. I was consecrated as a Diaconal Minister in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (ELCA) on April 23, 2006. Diaconal Ministry did not become a roster in the ELCA until after the study of ministry occurred in 1994. Diaconal Ministers are called to bridge the gap between the church and the world; to pick up basin and towel and wash the feet of all God’s people. The Diaconal symbol is basin and towel. Diaconal Ministry comes from the word “diakonia” which means “to serve.” It grew out of the Catholic understanding of deacons and deaconesses. (For more information you can go here: http://www.elca.org/Our-Work/Leadership/Vocation-Become-a-Leader/Lay-Rosters)

My Basin 

Growing up, church was very important to my Mom. She made sure that my sister and I made it to Sunday School, Confirmation, etc. We went through the routine of attending Sunday School, youth group, etc. However I was still very hush-hush about Mom’s illness. Despite that though, some people knew that Mom was sick. And I saw how people treated Mom because of the stigma associated with the illness. Honestly my heart was sad that church was a place where people could be outcast. Shouldn’t church be the one place where people felt welcomed and accepted; no matter who they are and where they come from?

Two days after graduating high school, I went to work at SuperAwesomeBibleCamp. It was the first place that I openly shared about Mom’s illness. Sitting outside on a step of a cabin, talking on the payphone, tears began to stream down my face as I was informed that Mom was in the hospital again. Several of my co-counselors walked by, saw the tears streaming down my face, and began to ask, “Why I was crying?” I don’t remember much after that…except that I went to my cabin and moments later, our camp director came in and asked me the same question. All of a sudden the flood gates opened and I was sharing my family’s story of mental illness with them. I still don’t know what exactly possessed me to share about Mom but somehow the Holy Spirit knew that it was the right time and place for me to do that.

During my camp days, I suddenly heard the call to go to seminary. I knew going in that I did not want to be ordained but I definitely knew that this was the place God was calling me to. I toured Wartburg Seminary with my friend Pauline. From the moment, I stepped onto Wartburg’s campus, I knew that God was calling me there. So after graduating college and spending a year at home saving up money, I enrolled in seminary that next fall.

At seminary, I was enrolled in a master of arts class…that talked about the different rosters of the ELCA. I didn’t know a lot about any of the rosters, but it was during this time, that I finally began to hear God’s voice calling me to this new ministry; Diaconal Ministry. We were reading former president of Wartburg Seminary Duane Larson’s book “From Word to Sacrament: The History of the Diaconate” when words began jumping off the page at me “bridging church and world”, “picking up basin and towel” and I knew that was exactly where God was calling me!

A few days later I walked into my spiritual director’s office and proclaimed “I think God is calling me to Diaconal Ministry.” With a glimmer in her eye, she looked at me and said, “What makes you say that? I responded by stating, “Mom has lived with this illness most of my life. I have seen how she has been treated because of the stigma associated with the illness. I believe God is calling me to pick up my basin and towel and wash the feet of all God’s people especially my mom no matter who that person is.” My spiritual director looked at me and said rather profoundly, “That is exactly what Diaconal Ministry is all about.”

It has been six years since I have been consecrated as a Diaconal Minister, yet every day I am reminded that God has called me to wash the feet of all God’s people. “Diakonia” and Diaconal Ministry embody who I am as a called child of God. It embodies my love to serve all God’s people. I realize that not every one likes having their feet touched or even washed which is why this is such a powerful gift for me. God calls me to wash the feet of those who are least likely to have their feet washed because they are grimy and dirty.

God calls me to wash the feet of the downtrodden. God calls me to wash the feet of the mentally ill. God calls me to wash the feet of saints….and sinners. God calls me to wash the feet of the rich…and the poor. God simply calls me to wash the feet of all God’s people no matter who that person is. What an incredible and profound gift that is! God says to each and every one of us “…If I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet” So my friends, let’s grab some water, some towels, and do exactly that!

4 thoughts on “Washing Each Other’s Feet

  1. What a beautiful picture of service and a great reminder of how we are all called to serve and love everyone, no matter our vocation in life. My husband has been thinking of the possibility that God is calling him to the Permanent Diaconate (we're Roman Catholic), but as our children are still fairly young, that is probably a good ten years or so down the road before he has to begin serious discernment. I know he'd be excellent at "washing the feet" of those in our diocese or wherever he is called. God bless you as you serve Him!

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