A Sermon On Feetwashing

Recently I had two messy experiences that were nevertheless great fun. I attended the Feast of Will at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. A meal was prepared based on foods which would have been eaten in Shakespeare's England. There was rabbit and bread and vegetables and candies that were half soap called comfits and soup served in cups.

And there was no silverware. You got greasy fingers while you ate. And there were no napkins, so you licked them to get them clean.

The same thing happened when our family attended a jousting match, staged and choreographed with the same precision as professional wrestling, I am sure, at Medieval Times. The package came with a meal including chicken as the main course. And once again there was no silverware. Eat with your fingers.…