If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that you also should do just as I have done to you. Truly, truly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.”
[John 13: 1 & 14-17]
I went into church with a hard heart on Sunday. In the past when I have gone to churches that are not in English, I have a hard time following even with a translator. I get bored and into the mindset that I just need to endure the service. So I was not very enthusiastic going into the service, and continued when I was given the run-down of the night: worship, our group being introduced, teaching on John 13 & then we were to wash everyone’s feet. Random men and women’s feet… their feet that have been in socks or sandals all day. Did I mention that feet are not my favorite? Honestly, my first thought was “ahh.. I don’t really want to.. There are plenty of us, I might not even need to.”
I quickly realized that none of that mattered and I came to be Jesus’ hands and feet, so what could be a better example/ act of love in His name?
I experienced perfect conviction as I read “a servant is not greater than his master” and thought about the way that my first reaction was just the opposite of that. Not being willing to serve is like saying “I’m better than Jesus.” The King of Heaven and Earth washed people’s feet! The KING!
Before all of this, I had looked down at my own two feet and noticed that they were dirty. Noticing that reminded me that I need to be willing to be His hands, as well as allow Him to wash my feet.
He loved ME till the end!
After getting on my knees and washing two women’s feet, I considered it such a blessing. I got to wash their feet and pray over them as they also prayed. They hugged, kissed and thanked me profusely, but I simply thanked them right back. After that, a guy off my squad scooted me up into the chair. Then all three of us girls who had just been washing people’s feet were now sitting in the chairs getting prayed over and getting our feet washed.
Once I returned to my normal seat I shed a few tears and thought “I am not worthy” and immediately I heard “I have made you worthy, My daughter.” I thanked Him and wrote “Lord, you are good and You did exactly what I needed. Humbled me, yet still cared for me and lavished your love & grace on me.”
It was truly beautiful.
[just like the view from the top of the volcano I climbed.. more on that coming soon!]
