Lord, are you going to wash my feet?

For Maundy Thursday

It was Maundy Thursday and I almost didn’t go to church.

There had been a fire in my neighbor’s garden the previous week. My windows were open at the time, leaving my walls black and my bedsheets wreaking with a noxious, unhealthy odor. After overcoming their suspicion that I had somehow thus damaged the whole room with my one small, scented candle, the …