I never thought i'd be weeping at the bare feet of a pastor in Guatemala.
One of our teams has been volunteering at a local church for the past couple weeks. We decided to check it out since our contact from the orphanage, Shane, goes there as well. In the beginning I wasn't feeling my best. I felt like my stomach was rumbling and I was nervous I was feeling sick. Then worship started and I began to pray and forgot about it all. There was a woman with two young girls singing, 2 boys on the drums and a man on the "keys". The pastor began talking in John 13 about Jesus taking the place of a slave to wash His dischiples feet. Around this time, this was seen as being the lowest of low. Looked down upon. Still Jesus washed the feet.
Brant, a guy on my team, went on stage to play guitar while another team went with buckets of water and towels to wash the feet of the congregation. I could have sat with everyone and watched the whole time but God had me on the edge of my seat telling me to humble myself and wash feet as well. I fought it for about a minute because I didn't want to interupt what the other team was doing-but next thing I knew I was walking up there ready to serve. The first peoples' feet I washed really made me feel humbled. As tears shed, I could tell these people understood what Jesus did by putting himself lower than low. The pastor then came over and sat before me. As I washed his feet, he broke into tears that flooded his face. We were wrapped in eachothers arms praying and weeping. I broke down and reminded him that our God is a big God and he loves him. There is nothing he can do to gain His love even more.
When Ed, one of the guys on L squad washed my feet, tears again began to shed. I realized being in that place I didn't feel worthy to get my feet washed until I remembered what I told the pastor: that there was nothing I can do for Him to love me more. I know that Christ would gladly wash my feet.
Watching everyone in the church getting involved was amazing. One of our little boys from the orphanage, Hector, washed Allyson's feet. Humbled I was again. I hugged him after and he didn't want to let go. I told him Jesus loves him more than the entire world. I knew he knew it as he shrunk even deeper into my arms in tears. It was such an amazing experience to humble myself as a servant in that way. I am here "on the race" and put on this earth TO SERVE.
Lord, thank you for using me. Use me everywhere I go to be a vessel and have a genuine servants heart. Let me see people exactly the way you see them.–No less!
