I always look forward to Holy Thursday. Maybe that is strange. But to me the day offers so much symbolism and meaning to contemplate. I went to Mass this evening and the scripture readings included the story of Jesus’ last supper with His apostles. At the meal, Jesus washed the feet of his friends. He served them and we are asked to do the same. At church, the priest reenacted Jesus’ actions by washing the feet of 12 people. He had them lined up at the ends of the pews down a couple of aisles. I was sitting 2 rows back from one of the ladies, so got to see it up close. The priest came to the woman, knelt down, and poured the water over her feet. As he was drying them, he looked at her. But this wasn’t just any look. It was a deep, penetrating look of love. I even felt it. I watched her as her eyes welled up with tears. I looked at the young man who was an altar server standing behind the priest. He was watching the interaction also and getting teary eyed. I wondered if the woman was a particularly close friend of the priest. But as he moved on to the others, he did exactly the same thing and his look of love to each one was as if Jesus Himself was there. It was a beautiful thing to be present for.

I Found God today in a look of love.