After the speeches we were quietly ushered to a home "to rest." Ah. Lunch had been prepared for us, the visitors, and we were to eat it out of the sight of others. We began with handwashing, where one person pours water over another's hands. It felt special; sacred. Only later did we learn the signficance of what we experienced. Traditionally a woman would have done all the handwashing, making sure her head was not higher than any man present. Tradition broke down with our group, with men and women serving each other. I will remember this moment every Maunday Thursday, as I think of Jesus washing the feet of the disciples.