No one, except a few deacons, knew of my plans for serving the sacrament at the Lord's Supper one Sunday. I had placed a towel and a basin with water on the communion table prior to worship. At the appropriate time, I invited anyone from the congregation to come forward. I would wash his/her feet. I heard a slight gasp. A few awkward, silent moments followed. One of the young men, in his twenties, did come forward. I did wash his feet. We have had a special bond since that event. Oh, yes, after worship, one of the deacons told me that he had someone in reserve in case no one came forward.
