When we place ourselves at the table with Jesus and the Apostles on the night before his arrest, we can almost feel Peter’s confusion and unease. The Lord of heaven kneels with a bowl of water and asks to wash our dusty, ordinary feet. It is a love so humble, so unexpected, that it is unsettling. Like Peter, we would gladly kneel before Jesus, yet hesitate to let Jesus kneel before us. We would feel unworthy, embarrassed, even overwhelmed. No wonder Peter struggled. So would

“Yes, Lord. I have come to believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, the one who is coming into the world.” (Ga 11, 27 ) The story of Lazarus inspires gentle wonder. St John introduces us to a man wrapped in the stillness of death, hidden in the dark of a sealed tomb. Yet into that silence there comes a voice filled with love. A voice that knows his name. A voice that dares to speak life where life has ended. It says “ Come out!” And Lazarus does! Perhaps we have hear

While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” ( Ga 9, 5 ) Today we encounter someone who had never seen the world. No sunrise, no colours, no faces—only darkness and the sounds of life around him. Then, Jesus comes, touches his life, and sends him to wash. So “He went and washed and received his sight.” What must that first moment have been like? Perhaps the first thing he saw was light—blazing, overwhelming, beautiful light. Then shapes. Faces. Maybe he looked at hi