I posted before on here about attending just such an event at a European Cathedral. 12 handpicked men, in cloaks and medieval hats, march down the aisle (to full classical choir), each with their own towel. The water jug was bejewelled and gold and looked like the trophy for winning the British Open. And the gold plate to put under the feet to catch the water was like the women's gold shield for winning Wimbledon. I felt like I was simply an onlooker to some middle ages theatre. Pleasant on the eye but completely devoid of any gospel connection.