The preacher wondered why John’s gospel tells the story of Jesus washing the disciples feet, but not the “Last Supper” story of the new significance of the Passover bread and wine. I wondered: washing feet was the job of the junior slave, if there was one. A dirty job, when sandals walked streets covered in dust as well as whatever many animals left behind them. If there wasn’t a slave, maybe a servant. If there wasn’t a servant – well, perhaps the disciples looked at one another, and then at the youngest. Was John remembering a job he avoided? Was there perhaps a bit of a grudge felt about the youngest “boy”, who still went with the three disciples closest to Jesus? Had there been comments? It’s only a guess, but perhaps . .
If there is anything in it, it leaves the question why that story is told, but not the Last Supper. Could it be that John was well aware that everyone in the Christian community, even those on the edge, knew the story told in worship week by week. They knew the story, and the worship pattern, but perhaps he felt some were missing the significance? Jesus death, his voluntary offering, was not just a story behind what were becoming ritual actions. It was a service. A radical, humble service of the sort that normally would hardly be offered between friends, just demanded of a hardly-even-a-person, a slave.
If this was in John’s mind, it not only offers a perspective on what Jesus was doing in the Passion, but also an interpretation of the eucharist. Our Lord and Master did for us what nobody else was prepared to do. Our remembrance of his action must never become just ritual, however carefully executed. It must accept the example and challenge “that you should do as I have done to you”, as Jesus said. (John 13:15). When necessary, do the things left to nobodys; accept omission from the status rankings, and be invisible (or an embarrassment).