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He Washed My Feet

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Supper was special that night.
There was both a heaviness and a holiness
hanging in the air.
We couldn’t explain the mood.
It was sacred, yet sorrowful.
Gathered around that table
        eating that solemn, holy meal
        seemed to us the most important meal
        we had ever sat down to eat.

We were dwelling in the heart of MYSTERY.
Though dark the night,
Hope felt right—
        as if something evil
        was about to be conquered.

And then suddenly
the One-Who-Loved startled us all.
He got up from the table
and put on an apron.
Can you imagine how we felt?


Tenderness encircled us
        as He bowed before us.
He knelt and said,
        “I choose to wash your feet
        because I love you.”

God in an apron, kneeling.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was embarrassed
        until His eyes met mine.
I sensed my value then.
He touched my feet.
He held them in His strong, brown hands.
He washed them.
I can still feel the water.
I can still feel the touch of His hands.
I can still see the look in His eyes.

Then He handed me the towel
and said,
“As I have done,
        so you must do.”
Learn to bow.
Learn to kneel.

Let your tenderness encircle
        everyone you meet.
Wash their feet–
        not because you have to–
but because you want to.

It seems I’ve stood two thousand years
        holding that towel in my hands.
“As I have done, so must you do,”
        keeps echoing in my heart.

“There are so many feet to wash,”
        I keep saying.
I hear God’s voice
        resounding through the years.
“There are only My feet.
What you do for them,
        you do for Me.”

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