Skip to main content

Washing Feet

 
 
John 13: 4-6
so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5 After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
 
 
 
6 He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
 
And just let me tell you, this girl, she feels a little like Simon Peter when getting her feet washed. Prideful, then humbled to have someone you love dearly wash your stinky feet. For some reason it is easier to do the washing. I imagine Peter's feelings are magnified by a thousand.
 
 
And for us, it's like a fun game. A picture lesson to remember. Our feelings a mere flash in comparison to His and those he loved that night. All that he knew. The betrayal. The abandonment. And in spite of it all, he bends low and takes the form of the lowest servant.
 
 
And when this girl, she asks, "Whose feet will I wash?" Her momma looks her in the eye and says, "Your brother, Hunter." Her wide eyes tell it all and her mouth hangs open a bit. Because isn't it hard to wash the feet of those whom we have the hardest time...those who are the most different than us?
 
 
But that Hunter boy, he just smiles, like he was made to wash his sister's feet. He doesn't mind a bit. Maybe he's just a boy...maybe, though, it's special grace from him to her.
 
 
And the littlest, he gets a little help from sister. And this is all a little lost in our Western American culture because we drive cars and wear shoes (praise the Lord for shoes!). And still, there is something about bending low...about washing the feet of someone that you love....about serving them in this way, that helps one realise what Jesus was saying here in John:
 
I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet. So you also should wash one another’s feet. I have given you an example. You should do as I have done for you. - John 13:14-15
 
Jesus is saying serve one another, as I have served you. What a high, hard and holy calling friends!
 
 
 
**Want some great Easter activities to do with your kiddos like the one shown here today? Jessica over at Our Family for His Glory has put together a plethora of wonderful ideas. Go there and check it out!***
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Never Too Late for Friday Favs!

Yes, I know it's Sat. It's actually lateish Sat. evening. FridayFavs are actually supposed to be posted on Friday. Which is not today. Obviously. Oh, time management we have already decided you are one of my greatest foes. However, since the past couple of weeks have been, well pretty wonderful I thought I would share in more of the fun and favorite things we did together. These here are some of our Favs from when the laundry fairy (AKA Nana) was still in town.  Making sweet treats     And a Pinata And just for the record Pinatas are hard to make. It is a project that takes about a week. Not 2 or 3 days Unless you live in the South and can put it outside to dry in Oct.     Best. Dad. Ever.     Ironman. Meg (from Little Women). And a pirate, of course. I love them all. Well, the children dressed up as them anyway.     Yup. This here is the...

Good Gifts Worth Waiting For

Many times as a little girl a magazine from the American Girl Doll Company would come in the mail. I remember it usually being around Christmas, but it could have been any time during the year. Oh, this magizine, it was wonderful! And I don't remember wanting a whole lot as a little girl, but yes, oh yes! I wanted an American Girl Doll. Samantha, to be exact. I would spend many a minute with that coveted magazine, circling little items, imagining, wondering what it would be like to have her...just her. The bed, the clothes, all the accessories, those were, I knew, just pie in the sky dreams, but the doll....that was possible....though she was ever so expensive, it was possible. Christmas' came and they went. I did get the doll that had the hair that would grow when you touched her hand to a plastic butterfly in her hair. Santa even left me a note that said I would have to wait for the rest of the accessories. One day poof! everything was there on my bed...

Just Me

I steal a few moments away by myself.  Alone.  Just me. So I drive down to the weekly farmer's market to buy some peaches and romaine lettuce. Yes, my mother would be proud.       The seagulls are screeching. The lake is glistening against the sun's radiance. I smile and stumble along, almost feeling out of place with out the 7 tag-a-longs. (I said almost )     Just me, thinking about how special this place is. And how Good the Lord is. How faithful He is to provide. And how really, I love it here.