And so Jesus washes his disciples’ feet and declares that they are clean, though not all of them. One of them will betray him that very night.
Iscariot He sat, the water splashing about his feet, the dust of the day now gone, though not all, and when the bread came to be passed and dipped in herbs of Egypt’s bitterness, the one who was about to be betrayed took, knowingly, the bread and, with a whisper to the friend next to him (The one To whom I give this bread, he’s the one Who lifts his heel against me) gave the bread, now bitter, to him and said, Whatever you must do, Do it quickly. A glance between them and all was done. Rising, amid the ignorance of the many, the curiosity of some, into the night he lifted his heel- Comment
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