Our feet bear the imprints of our journey. 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.

An older gentleman was sitting in a corner,
reading a letter written by his sponsor. 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.