The Baynhams

It's Holy Thursday. We are in the last few days of Lent. A sombre few days where we reflect on the death of Jesus and then his resurrection.  

Tonight in church I lit 5 candles. One for each member of my family. To keep us safe. To give us good health. To make us deal well with the various challenges that life throws at us. 

Tonight's Mass included the ceremony of the washing of the feet. Myself and Simi were with other parishioners, old and young, who had our feet washed by our priest. He is getting on in years. It felt very strange to watch him kneel on the hard tiles and wash and dry my foot before moving on to Simi. He talked about how we can try to live a good life. Whether in the church or out in our everyday lives. 

I couldn't help but think of all the older people who's feet I help wash and dry in my role as a nurse. How often it is rushed as I am trying to be efficient and get on to the next patient. Fr Geoff was in no rush as he washed my foot. He looked up and smiled at me as he dried it as though he had all the time in the world. I felt humble. 

I'll take my time tomorrow morning. I'll make a few extra minutes somehow, try to make my patients feel like there's no rush. As I kneel on the hard bathroom floor I'll try to make time for a laugh and a smile. Like I have all the time in the world...