Lent 2025 Maundy Thursday: Washed Feet, Open Hearts.
- Flannel Diaries
- Apr 17
- 3 min read
“About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all.” ― Rita Mae Brown
Maundy Thursday commemorates the Last Supper—Jesus’s final meal with his disciples before everything went sideways. Christians like to follow it up with something called Good Friday, which is the day he was crucified. I don’t know about you, but calling the day someone was tortured and killed “good” feels like a weird flex. Then again, I’m not a religious scholar—I’m just a queer Filipino kid who grew up Catholic and learned to question things early.
Let’s not forget: Jesus was a good Jewish boy. The Last Supper was probably a Passover meal. He gathered with his chosen family—his crew, his ride-or-dies. The folks he met on the road who followed him not because they had to, but because they chose to. That alone speaks volumes. Your table doesn’t have to be filled with blood relatives. Chosen family counts too—and sometimes, they love us more fiercely than the people we share DNA with.
There’s a moment in the Maundy Thursday story that gets overlooked a lot. Before dinner, Jesus washed the feet of his disciples.
Let me say that again: he knelt down and washed their dusty-ass feet.
Back in the day, that was a job for servants, not someone considered the Messiah. But Jesus flipped the script—he wanted to show that real love, real leadership, real community is about humility and service. He looked his friends in the eye and said, “What I’m doing for you? Do this for each other.”
“A new commandment I give to you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” – John 13:34
Not “tolerate.” Not “like only the people who vote like you.” Not “love, unless they piss you off.”
Nope. Just love one another. Period.
The world right now? It’s in chaos. Every day brings some new nonsense that feels like the foundations are crumbling. But Maundy Thursday reminds us that in the face of betrayal, fear, violence, and impending death, Jesus still chose love. He still chose service. He still broke bread.
If we want to live like that—not in performance, but in actual practice—then we have to show up for one another. Not just in moments of celebration, but in our grief, our uncertainty, and our brokenness.
Lenten Reflection: Washed Feet, Open Hearts
Tonight, whether you’re with your family, chosen or biological, or just quietly sitting with yourself—remember that love is active. It shows up. It serves. It kneels. It listens. It doesn't require perfection—just presence.
🔹 Who in your life needs to be reminded that they are loved?
🔹 In what small ways can you serve others, not from obligation, but from grace?
🔹 Where in your own life do you need healing—and who might help you find it?
Let this Maundy Thursday be about more than ritual. Let it be a reminder to love the hell out of each other. Because if this world needs anything right now, it’s that.
As above. So below.
Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other.
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