06/02/2017
I was up late last night, so I will not have time to write a devotional this morning, but I have something to share that I think you will be blessed by...
Washing the Feet of Jesus
By Rich Forbes
So many time I have felt the hands of Jesus as He washed my feet. I have come to Him for forgiveness only to find that His response would be “Sit down Rich.”, and He would proceed to wash my feet as He spoke with me. In my most unworthy moments He washes me clean. Not as a nurse, or a parent would do for a child, but rather, as a servant would bathe his master, a host would wash the feet of an honored guest, or a wife would wash her husband’s hands and feet before bed. He approached me in servitude, humility, and love when I deserved none of these. Jesus washes my feet… the feet of a sinner. Have you wept during confession of your sins, and the wrenching plea for forgiveness? Have you felt the hands of Jesus on your feet during those moments of total humiliation and debasement?
Jesus deserves to have His feet washed by us. His life was pure, and yet He took on the sins of the world for us… a broken people; wretched in their thoughts and actions. I weep at the thought of His suffering as He faced the whip, the cross, and death for me. Now tears continue to flow as I come to Him over and over again with yet one more sin… one more disappointment. In these moments when I should be punished and He is justified in turning me away, He washes my feet, and towels them off with the pure white linen about His waist; then lovingly tells me to “Go and sin no more.” He does this knowing full well that I will need cleansing again before the cock crows. What is it about this man that fills Him with such love and humility? What does He see in me that is worth any sacrifice on His part? How can He wash my feet knowing where they have been?
Oh Judas, your feet were washed by our Lord Jesus and yet you walked away… you let Satan take you where no man should ever have gone… and only for a few pieces of silver and a little pride. There was sorrow in you, but no contrition was offered at the foot of the cross. You took all He had to offer and turned your back; you pulled your feet from His hands and walked out into the dust of disgrace. Did you think you were beyond His forgiveness as He hung on the cross? Did you turn your face out of shame and allow your guilty to prohibit you from looking upon him… or was it pride; vanity? Thank God I know that his Grace and Mercy know no bounds when approached by a heart filled with contrition.
There will come a day in the not too distant future when I will wash the feet of my Lord. All my sins will be gone for eternity and I will kneel before Him and take His feet in my hands with the love of a child, a host, a bride, and rub the blood from His wounds with my tears of my thanksgiving. In that first touch of His feet I will know I am home, and that all is well… the price that was paid was great, but it took great treasure to redeem the sins of a sinner such as me, yet I am redeemed. There on my knees, with the shining cloth from about my waist I will wash and dry the feet of the one whose only sin was mine, and the dirt that was mixed with the blood upon His feet came from my journey… my walk through a life torn between sin and righteousness. Thank God; the battle for my soul will have been won by He who washed my feet so many times.