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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?

We look out across the wilderness and think to ourselves that this is a desolate place of danger, where people face hard challenges, and meet death face to face, but for the believer this is not the case. The wilderness is a place that only the hand of God has groomed; an untamed place that man has not cultivated, or brought under his control. Like Jacob, this is where we meet God in solitude, to be nourished by Him, and to whisper with Him in prayer.