I was first. I took off my shoes and socks and sat down on a chair. Jen was next in line. She knelt down, took my bare foot in her hand and held it over the basin. She picked up the pitcher, poured some water and washed my feet. In turn I washed Dirk’s feet …
“I want to wash your feet,” he said to me as he gazed intently into my eyes, “and I will tell you why.” I was attending a foot washing service at the Fraternidad Cristiana Mennonite Church in Mexico City. The man who wanted to wash my feet was the pastor and a long-time leader in the Mennonite church in Mexico. I hadn’t seen him for more than 20 years …
Every Sunday at Light of Life Mennonite Church in Farmington, N.M., Ernestine (“Tina”) Begay makes sure the congregation sings at least two songs in the Navajo language from one of two Navajo worship books …
