 I sit down. The guy takes my shoes off. He starts washing, and he's crying. He's asking me to forgive him. He's confessing his sin. I'm like, oh, my gosh, don't. All of a sudden, they'll listen to this. He was being liberated, and a smile was forming on his face, and I felt like crawling underneath the couch or the chair. Why? Because you know what? If you think washing someone else's feet is hard, you should try having your feet washed. We did that once at a marriage retreat. We did it once here in this church a long time ago in the old building.