Our feet bear the imprints
of our journey.

Today,
the Elect had their feet washed
by their sponsors and godparents.

Feet that have walked
through years of searching,
through questions,
through doubt,
through longing.

Feet that have carried them
to this moment.

A movement
towards You.

I noticed an older gentleman,
perhaps in his sixties,
sitting quietly in a corner,
reading a letter
written by his sponsor.

As he read,
tears filled his eyes.

What journey
had his feet taken
to arrive here?

What words
had found their way
into his heart?

Tonight,
on the Feast of the Annunciation,
I saw clearly —

these are people
who are saying yes to You.

Like Mary,
not fully knowing,
not fully understanding,
but saying yes.

And their feet,
marked by every step
that led them here,
now stand ready
to follow You.