[IN a recent number of The Christian Advocate there was an interesting article by J. B. Cranfill describing the writer’s experience at a meeting of Baptists who observed the Scriptural ordinance of feet-washing. The following is a portion of the article beginning with a reference to the sermon.—ED.] It was based on the incident related in the thirteenth chapter of John, where Jesus washed the disciples’ feet. Never shall I forget the dramatic interest with which this unlettered preacher invested this simple incident. After having enforced his view of the narrative as earnestly as an honest, simple-hearted man could do, he read these words from the chapter mentioned:— “He riseth from supper, and laid aside his garments; and took a towel, and girded himself. After that he poureth water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel wherewith he was girded. . . . If I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet; ye also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done to you. Verily, verily, I say unto you, The servant is not greater than his lord; neither he that is sent greater than he that sent him.” These exercises concluded, he led in the administration of the Lord’s supper. Then, in imitation of his Lord, he laid aside his garments, and girded himself with a towel. Meantime the membership of the church has been ranged in companies—the brethren on one side, with seats facing each other, and the sisters on the other side, arranged in like manner. When the venerable preacher had thus girded himself, he made his way to Deacon Jack Bellamy, and kneeling, he looked up into the face of that brother, and said, “Brother Bellamy, may I wash your feet?” Tears were streaming from the eyes of both. Deacon Bellamy took off his shoes, and there, kneeling before him, the warm-hearted preacher washed the deacon’s feet, and wiped them with the towel wherewith he was girded. While this scene was being enacted, a venerable dame, whose head was crowned with silvery locks, and from whose kindly beaming countenance there glowed the light of a true Christian’s faith, had knelt at another aged sister’s feet, and was washing them in like manner, and wiping them with the towel wherewith she was girded. While these simple incidents were taking place, a brother led in singing George Keith’s immortal song:— “How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word.” In a little while other brethren and sisters were engaged in the solemn exercise, and all hearts were swept with the keen spiritual interest and fervor that is witnessed on each similar occasion. When almost all the members had participated, a hand-shaking began. Now and then warm-hearted brethren embraced each other, and the spirit of brotherly love and fellowship was regnant in every heart. On the outskirts of the congregation there were some who had never before been present on a feet-washing occasion. Some of these had come through curiosity, and others, who had a smile of scorn upon their lips when the solemn scene began, were subdued and quiet now, overcome by the intense spiritual interest of the occasion. It was true on that day, as on many another such day, that “those who came to scoff remained to pray.”