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Foot washing... I didn't volunteer to have my feet washed last night, but it is something that has been much on my mind. I remember 2009, when I was in Christchurch (near Bournemouth) for work on Maundy Thursday, and couldn't get to a service due to clashing rehearsals but felt drawn enough to the events of Holy Week to try to do something; I walked to the ocean and let the sea wash my feet. It...