I'm off to class, but briefly wanted to share a thought that I was discussing with a friend last night.
In the Gospel of John, Jesus washes the disciples feet and it is a sign of Him lowering Himself to our level and even lower to reach us and to serve and it is supposed to be an example of how we treat one another. In our day and age and culture, it is an image that does not always make a lot of sense because we don't walk around barefoot, wash our feet before entering someone's house, or sit for meals in such a way that our feet matter. We understand that it was a nice gesture, but that's about it.
Not so in India. After walking in sandals day after day through dusty streets, grimy markets, dirty rickshaws - there is a layer of dirt that just doesn't come off in the shower. The idea of the Son of God humbling Himself to wash His friends' and loved ones' feet is amazing because I know that their feet must be even dirtier than mine. And I would be as resistant as Peter if Jesus wanted to wash my feet right now!
It seems to me odd that this realization has affected me so powerfully, but it is an image I can't get out of my head. How blessed we are to have such a Friend and such a Savior, who would lay down His life to wash our grimy, filthy, dirty feet (and lives) clean.
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