John is one of my favorite Gospels. It doesn't have an account of the Lord's Supper, but it does have an account of Jesus washing the disciples feet.
BTW, I felt the need to share something with you, because of what you shared.
I have a special fondness for what you have talked about with regards to re-enacting The Word and washing the disciples' feet, in particular. Before I knew God--and even before I really spent any time even reading the Bible, I got drafted into teaching Sunday school to four- and five-year olds. I agreed, because I didn't think I had to do anything other than be "the long arm of the law" to keep the kids under control as a former military guy while the old lady who had taught for years continued to be the primary instructor. Had I known what was going to transpire, I probably never would have agreed to do it, because I knew I wasn't qualified to teach about God and had little time for God--He was prioritized very low in my long list of priorities (except for Sundays when it was convenient and we felt like going to church). But, God....
The first day I walked in to fulfill my drafted duty--thinking I was just a warm body for kid-control-- I found out that the elderly teacher who had taught for years had shingles, then later her husband was diagnosed with Parkinson's. So, I suddenly found out that I was the only teacher for this class. I, also, was intelligent enough to realize that I had no ability to teach kids and no knowledge of what I was supposed to teach. So, I skipped church that day and went down into the basement where I wouldn't be seen and prayed: "God if you are real, you got me into this mess. Teach through me what you will." And, God--before I knew it was God--had me re-enact The Word--rather than just do the curriculum activities from the book. It was amazing what God did. He moved people who didn't go to our united Methodist church to bring their kids to my class. We re-enacted the stories that whole year! Then one Sunday in February, I was moved to be the one who served as Jesus in the re-enacting of His washing of the disciples feet. That is when God says He woke me up, though I still didn't realize He had. I just felt a conviction to get into His Word, then an insatiable hunger that remains to this day for His Word. As I continued to bury myself in His Word over the next three month, I came to feel a joy beyond unhappy circumstances and a peace beyond all reasons to worry. It was at that point that I felt like I had been awakened to God. I asked my then-pastor what happened to me. He didn't know, because he had never been born again. Sadly, he was the product of dry religion reproducing itself.
So my whole testimony is about God's sovereignly and lavishly applied love. His providence moved me onto a path that I never would have chosen to go on, if I had realized what I was getting into (teaching sunday school to 4 and 5 year olds) at that point. But that prevenient grace enabled me to be given the most amazing gift I have ever received: He chose to wake me up to Him when I didn't even think such a thing ever happened. I thought my nominal Christianity was all there was and I was so brainwashed by it that I never would have believed anyone who told me there was more. In fact, I was taught to run away from people who claimed to be born again and I never would have set foot in one of those churches! I am sure this wouldn't surprise you, but, as a brainwashed nominal Christian, I had to room with a guy from california who claimed to be born again--for six weeks during basic pharmaceutical sales training for Abbott Labs. When I first met him, he was on his knees in the hotel room with his Bible open. I thought: "Oh no, one of those...." When he told me he was born again, I told him: "That's great Frank. And as long as your born-again thing doesn't cross over to my side of the room, we'll get along great!"
Rooming with and observing Frank didn't change me. I didn't think I needed what his faith looked like. He didn't look different enough from the world for me to have a compelling reason to even investigate the Christian faith more fully. And, He didn't share anything that compelled me. He may have been praying for me, but while we were rooming together and well beyond that time, I was as much an immoral heathen as any others in that training class.
But, God…! And, I was still with Abbott Laboratories when God woke me up and I became an on-fire Christian. Frank got to see my very open faith that led others to want to Bible study with me--in the open. Frank got to see God healing people through me. Frank got to see a faith unwavered at the time we were both laid off due to a downsizing of the sales force. It may have been Frank's prayers that God answered or it may have been another's. It may have just been God's sovereign decision made before He created the world. God knows. Yay, God!
To this day, I ask "God's will be done in me and through me!" I don't have an agenda. I don't have an income to gain at God's expense. I just want to be well-pleasing in His sight, not because I am afraid of a tyrannical despot, but because I truly love the One who loved me first and who has already demonstrated unequivocally that He has the power to hold my life in His hand and use me for His glory.