Well, I was wrong. The foot-washing was a blessed service. There were not a lot of people there and the 'special' preachers were only coming the next day, so those who had their feet washed were a bit rag, tag and bobtail-ish. And that was great. I'm sure they felt humbled at having their feet washed, as I felt humbled washing them. And when I told the congregation that I was not Jesus, they agreed vehemently. Which made me happy.
I think that when one is determined that the focus will be Jesus, he takes up the reigns.