Tonight at 8:00 p.m. we will celebrate the Evening Mass of the Lord's Supper. Besides the powerful readings, we will celebrate the ancient rite of washing feet. Here at St. Anselm, it is no small, tidy "play" with only 12 people getting their feet washed. We wash everybody's feet...anyone who comes forward to get their feet washed, is then invited to wash the feet of their neighbor. It's a little messy, but that's the power of good symbol!
"Sing, my tongue, the song of triumph,
Tell the story far and wide;
Tell of dread and final battle,
Sing of Savior crucified;
How upon the cross a victim
Vanquishing in death he died.
He endured the nails, the spitting,
Vinegar and spear and reen;
From that holy body broken
Blood and water forth proceed:
Earth and stars and sky and ocean
By that flood from stain are freed.
Faithful Cross, above all other,
One and only noble tree,
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit your peer may be;
Sweet the wood and sweet the iron
And your load, most sweet is he.
Bend your boughs, O Tree of glory!
All your rigid branches, bend!
For a while the ancient temper
That your birth bestowed, suspend;
And the king of earth and heaven
Gently on your bosom tend."
FORTUNATUS
Sixth Century
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