As Christians, we are in the midst of one of the most meaningful remembrances and celebrations of our faith... EASTER. Without the the truth and hope of Easter in our lives, our faith is pointless, hopeless, purposeless.
My heart is always moved by the story of Jesus gathering with his closest friends before His death. Around the table they ate and drank together, they relaxed, they talked...it would be the last time they would be in each others' presence before everything changed.
Judas, the betrayer, was in that room, too, masquerading among the disciples as one who truly loved Jesus, dipping bread in the bowl of intimacy before running off to turn Him in for the price of a slave, thirty pieces of silver.
But even before dipping the bread in the bowl, Jesus, The Son of God, The King of Kings, The Messiah, The Lord of Lords, The Light of the World, The Way, The Truth, and The Life, put a towel around his waist, bent down, and washed His betrayer's feet.
Instead of re-writing this account and how it has moved me, I want to re-share my reflections from two Easters ago. I still can't get those dirty feet out of my heart or mind... their dirty feet and mine, and how Jesus washes us all.
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DIRTY FEET AND A GRACE WASH...
