All in Washing Feet

Have we ever received an invitation to a grand and magnificent party? Did we send the RSVP indicating that we would be attending? Perhaps we are hesitating because we don’t feel that we have anything to wear; maybe the splendor of it makes us worry that we will be out of place, or perhaps we have convinced ourselves that we are too busy... or even above it! God has extended each of us an invitation to the grand wedding celebration of His Son, and His conquest over sin and death... how will we respond?

How would you classify yourself? Are you primarily a giver, or a receiver? When you offer your morning prayers do you ask the Lord to show where you can be of service to Him, or are your prayers mostly for the personal needs you have? When I asked if you were a giver or receiver I’ll bet you immediately felt that being a giver was good but had an uncomfortable, or perhaps a guilty feeling about being a receiver. The fact is that both are good and the blessing is meant to be experienced in both.

So many times 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 would approach 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 as you delivered a gut-wrenching plea for forgiveness? Have you felt the hands of Jesus on your feet during those moments of total humiliation and debasement?