Reminisce

This Easter Week, I have been reminiscing.  I have been thinking about what this week, this Holy Week, is all about.  I keep coming back to Jesus and how he took the time to wash the disciples feet.  The King of Kings wrapped a towel around himself, knelt before each man, and washed their dirty nasty feet.  A task for the lowliest of low servants at that time.  He washed the feet of the man that turned him over to the officials who would eventually hang him on a cross to die.  How incredibly humbling.

I have been apart of several foot washing ceremonies.  Mostly at camp.  During Jr. and Sr. High camps I would walk all the girls through the process of what happened in the Upper Room at the Last Supper.  How Jesus humbled himself to make it known that he was no better than any other man in the room.  Even the servants.  He was the example.  He challenged each man to wash each others feet too.  So that they could be blessed by the experience  (John 13:1-17). Can you imagine trying to get teenage girls to do this?  So I went first.  I washed their feet and spoke truth and love into their hearts.  You could see the hesitation in each of their faces.  I could tell they were thinking, if she thinks I am taking my shoes off, she's got another thing coming.  What is she thinking. But you know, they all participated.  They all had a chance to wash each others feet.  I was most impressed when a girl that had been mean or hurtful to someone had their feet washed by the one that had been hurt.  Talk about moving!  There were a lot of tear stained cheeks those nights.
But my most personal moving experience, with foot washing, was at a pastors house.  My hubby, son and I were visiting a church in Fairbanks, AK that supported the camp.  We were invited over to the youth pastors house.  When we arrived he asked us to sit down for a bit and make ourselves comfortable.  And then he left the room.  I looked at my hubby like, ummm, did he just leave us?  And when Pastor JR came back into the room, he was carrying a tub of water and had a towel wrapped around his waist.  He and his wife washed our feet.  I was speechless and I was the one with the tear stained cheeks.  I could not believe that happened.  It was truly amazing and humbling.

I don't think you have to get your feet washed to understand what it means to be humbled or blessed.  Just read Matthew 25-28 or Mark 14-16 or Luke 22-24.  See the story unfold about what God did for you and for me.

~ Selena