dirty feet.

What would it have been like to be there? Laughing, drinking, eating, learning, remembering. The Passover is about remembering; remembering God's love for His chosen people. And what Passover feast could be more incredible than to have God sitting right there with you? You have lived with him for three years, walked with him, slept with him, cried with him. He has counseled you, confused you, made you angry and sad, prayed for you, taught you, lead you and loved you. He is your mentor, your beloved, your teacher and Lord.

And he wants to wash your feet?! Your dirty feet that walk all day on roads where people dump their bodily wastes? Where animals drop their dung and stagnate puddles breed creatures too gross to discuss? Your feet that walk and stand all day in dust and grime and dirt? It's not like you have socks and tennis shoes or for that matter know what those could be. Your feet that are in direct contact with every particle, every disgusting chemical, every dirty puddle. But wait...it's a servant's job to wash feet. Only the lowest of the lowest servants wash feet. It was a job too base, too vile to consider doing unless made to, forced to, born into a position where you were were expected to. He is Royalty, The Son, The Father, The Holy Spirit. And He, He want's to wash your feet. In fact, He says if you don't let him wash your feet, you can have no part in Him.

Can you imagine the faces? A room once filled with laughter and singing, stories and joy...

S i l e n t.

Completely silent. Only the sound of the sloshing of water from His basin is heard. Silent faces and awkward glances passed among you. Silence. No one knows what to say. Do you say anything? You shift uncomfortably. It's so quiet.

Slish, slosh. You watch as Jesus washes the first person's feet and you're thinking, "Why are you washing his feet? He doubted you! He told his friends you weren't the one! He lied to you! Remember that time he said he was praying? He wasn't! He was asleep!"

Silence. Slish, slosh. He is washing someone else's feet and you think, "His feet?! Don't you know that he didn't believe you either? He doubted you could feed all those people. In fact, he bet against you, he bet you couldn't do it!"

Silence. Slish, slosh. And the next person. And you think, "Washing his dirty feet? He lied to you about what he did with that money! He didn't give it to the poor! He bought new sandals. And he certainly didn't believe that you really healed that blind man."

Silence. Slish, slosh. Next. Why would he be doing this? This man who has healed millions, who is going to save the world, this the Son of Man: God! Silence. Next. God! God is on his knees with his hands in a bowl full of muddy, urin scented, bloody, puss filled water. Silence. Next. Slish, slosh.

And then, suddenly, He's in front of you. You can't move. You realize how all your thoughts about everyone else in the room, how they have all betrayed Him, denied Him, lied to Him, ran from Him, hated Him, and worst of all not believe Him are now all focused on you. It's your turn. Oh how great is your sin against Him! He slowly dips his hands down into the dirty water and stops. He looks up at you and waits. After a moment that seems a lifetime, you finally meet his gaze. He smiles, ever so gently, with eyes full of love and compassion, wisdom and understanding. His hands remove your sandals and he begins to wash.

Silence. Slish, slosh.

In that one glance you realize he knows everything you've ever thought, done, or said. He knows it all. And there he is, on his knees in front of you. Silence. Slish, slosh. On his knees in front of you to washing you clean so that you can be a part of him.

Silence. Slish, slosh. Next.