Honestly, I'm not entirely sure why. I know that part of it is that my feet usually stink to the point that I am quite self-conscious about it. I certainly did not want to subject anyone to that, and most of the people I saw who went to wash someone's feet then had their feet washed in return. Another was that I was simply unprepared to take part in such a display. The choices were too political: whose feet would I choose to wash? Would washing one person's make others wonder why I hadn't washed theirs? Should I wash Trevor's -- the foot smell problem seems to run in our family?
Instead, I stayed frozen in the choir section while everyone else participated after Father Roger specifically invited the choir to take part. I admit to feeling quite relieved when they finished and we started the next song. I wonder then if I'm missing an important part of the lesson of today's Gospel.