“He laid aside his garments ... and after that he poureth water into a bason, and began to wash the feet of the disciples....” Again Brother Jonathan repeated the words.
Slowly, deliberately he went over much that had gone before. This being the third Sunday of August and the day for Foot-washing in Lacy Valley Church where other brethren of the Burning Spring Association had already been preaching since sunup. One after the other had spelled each other, taking text after text. And now Brother Jonathan—this being his home church—had taken the stand to give out the text and preach upon that precept of the Regular Primitive Baptists of washing feet. It was the home preacher’s sacred privilege.
Old folks dozed, babies fretted, young folks twisted and squirmed in the straight-backed benches. A parable he told, a story of salvation, conviction, damnation. But always he came back to the thirteenth chapter of St. John. He spoke again of that part of the communion service which had preceded: the partaking of the unleavened bread, which two elders had passed to the worthy seated in two rows facing each other at the front of the little church; the men in the two benches on the right, the womenfolk in the two benches facing each other on the left. Among these, who had already examined their own conscience to make sure of their worthiness, had passed an elder with a tumbler of blackberry juice. He walked close behind the elder who bore the plate of unleavened bread. The first said to each worthy member, “Remember this represents the broken body of our Lord who died on this cross for our sins.” The second intoned in a deep voice, “This represents the blood of our Lord who shed his blood for our sins.” All the while old and young throughout the church house had sung that well-known hymn of the Regular Primitive Baptists.
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When Jesus Christ was here below,
He taught His people what to do;
And if we would His precepts keep, We must descend to washing feet. |
That part of the service being ended, Brother Jonathan exhorted the flock to make ready for foot-washing.
The men in their benches removed shoes and socks. The women on the other side of the church, facing each other in their two benches, removed shoes and stockings. A sister arose, girthed herself with a towel, knelt at a sister’s feet with a tin washpan filled with water from the creek, and meekly washed the other’s feet. Having dried them with an end of the long towel, she now handed it to the other who performed a like service for her. This act of humility was repeated by each of the worthy. All the while there was hymn-singing.
The menfolk who participated removed their coats and hung them beside their hats on wall pegs.
“It is all Bible,” the devout declare. “He laid aside His garments. We take off our coats.”
Brother Jonathan and the other elders are last to wash each other’s feet.
And when the service is ended and the participants have again put on their shoes, they raise their voices in a hymn they all know well: