One
of the strangest
things Jesus did was
to take a towel,
kneel down, and
begin to wash his
disciples' feet.
Remember, this is
the man who called
Himself the Son of
God! Peter was
only a
disciple, an
ignorant and
unlearned Galilean
fisherman! He
recoiled at the
thought of Jesus
washing his feet.
But Jesus answered
Peter:
"Know
ye
what
I
have
done
to
you?
Ye
call
me
Master
and
Lord:
and
ye
say
well,
for
so
I
am.
If
I
then,
your
Lord
and
Master,
have
washed
your
feet;
ye
also
ought
to
wash
one
another's
feet.
For
I
have
given
you
an
example,
that
ye
should
do
as
I
have
done
to
you.
Verily,
verily,
I
say
unto
you,
The
servant
is
not
greater
than
his
lord;
neither
he
that
is
sent
greater
than
he
that
sent
him.
If
ye
know
these
things,
happy
are
ye
if
ye
do
them".
We
understand that
Jesus was teaching
his disciples the
principles of
servitude--that to
be great in His
kingdom, they must
become servants of
one another.
What a revolutionary
idea! However,
we seem to let the
second part go by
without paying much
attention: Jesus
desires to wash OUR
feet!
This
past week, the Holy
Spirit has shed some
light into my heart
about this subject.
It came about as I
was writing emails
to a couple of dear
friends who are
going through
trials. One
has cancer and is
beginning
chemotherapy and
radiation treatment.
The other lives in
another country, but
he has been going
through several
years of frustration
in the ministry. He
feels stalemated.
Both are
dedicated, loving
servants of our Lord
Jesus Christ.
It
has always been hard
for me to receive
from others--I would
much rather be a
giver. Jesus
taught us that
"it is more
blessed to give than
receive", and I
thoroughly agree.
My greatest joy is
to see someone's
face light up when I
have been able to
give them a gift or
help them.
There is something
about giving of
ones' self that
imparts to us a
life-experience that
cannot be forgotten.
On
September 11th, we
saw men and women
tirelessly running
about to help
others. No one
asked their
qualifications, or
who they were, what
background they had.
Total strangers,
people with bad
reputations, the
bums, the losers,
were united
with any and all in
a common act of
mercy and grace on
the victims of that
tragedy. Why?
What kept them going
for hours without
sleep? without the
slightest thoughts
of their own
welfare? They
had stumbled into
the waters of
self-sacrifice and
become totally immersed
in its joy!
I
remember reading the letter
of a woman who was
serving in the Peace
Corp down in South
America. She found
herself in the role
of a nurse-midwife
to a tribal group in
the jungles.
And she had to live
in a chicken coop!
After some time, she
became ill and had
to return home.
Time went by, and
she soon married and
settled into the
life of wife and
mother. But
she wrote that
"though I am
very happy and have
a wonderful husband,
children, and a
beautiful
home---there was a
happiness in that
chicken coop that
was
indescribable!"
How
do we understand
that? Because
of the principle of
it being more
"blessed to
give than to
receive."
Without this outlet,
we become a
stagnant pool.
~~~~
But
Jesus had said that
unless we receive
from Him, we can
have no part of Him.
In washing the
disciples' feet,
Peter had voiced his
objections to it,
only to discover the
penalty for
refusing. It
frightened him so
much that he
immediately told
Jesus he could wash
every part of him!
At
the very time Jesus
washed their feet,
the disciples had
just been told that
one among them would
betray Him, that He
would lay down His
life, and that
they too would be
hated and
persecuted.
Not good news.
"...ye
shall weep and
lament, but the
world shall rejoice:
and ye shall be
sorrowful, but your
sorrow shall be
turned into joy. A
woman when she is in
travail hath sorrow,
because her hour is
come: but as soon as
she is delivered of
the child, she
remembereth no more
the anguish, for joy
that a man is born
into the
world".
In
the midst of all
their anguish and
sorrow, Jesus
withdrew into the
Garden of Gethsemane
and began to pray
for his disciples. He
began to be
sorrowful and very
heavy. He was
actually WASHING
THEIR FEET with
sweat like
blood! And
what did the
disciples do during
his agony? They fell
asleep! They
were not ministering
to Jesus--Jesus was
ministering to them!
~~~~
Now
to my
"new-found
understanding":
My
friends? To
the one frustrated
in the ministry, his
prayer-life had
become non-existent.
He had labored
faithfully, but
still his dream and
desire for
evangelism burned in
his heart.
Could he continue
with a little group
of students meeting
in his home and be
fulfilled?
It
was on his 45th
birthday that he
became very low.
He was no longer an
eager youth, and he
questioned his
success in the years
since he became a
Christian. But
that night, he had a
dream. The
Lord began to wash
his feet with an
awesome revelation.
He saw himself in an
airport, about to
board a flight, when
he was presented
with an extremely
expensive watch that
also had a compass
on it. God was
saying to him,
Always check the
compass (the
leadership of the
Holy Spirit) before
you look at what
time it is.
God called Moses
when he was 80.
Jesus at age 12 was
"about His
Father's
business" in
the temple, yet he
returned home to be
subject to his
parents. His
real ministry would
come 18 years later.
While
we may wonder why
Jesus would give
this Word to someone
who had abandoned
their prayer life in
frustration and
disappointment,
Jesus, all-knowing
and faithful, washed
his feet with an
encouraging Word;
"And
the
LORD
answered
me,
and
said,
Write
the
vision,
and
make
it
plain
upon
tables,
that
he
may
run
that
readeth
it.
For
the
vision
is
yet
for
an
appointed
time,
but
at
the
end
it
shall
speak,
and
not
lie:
though
it
tarry,
wait
for
it;
because
it
will
surely
come,
it
will
not
tarry."
(Habakkuk
2:2-3)
To
the other friend facing
long weeks of
chemotherapy,
radiation, and
finally surgery;
Jesus got down with
his towel at her
feet also! As
I wrote to her,
I knew exactly when that
started:
"_______,
one thing I have
always observed
about you is your
optimism in any
situation.
That is the quality
I most admire about
you, my friend.
A sweet smile, a
hug, a word of
encouragement to
others...that is
_____. God
bless you for your heart
of gold!
How
I wish I might take
this burden and bear
it for you, which I
would gladly do,
Having been through
it, I know how
faithful is our God.
It was never a
pleasant experience,
sometimes very
draining, but there
was always that
strength that only
He can give us to
make it through
every day. All
we can do sometimes
is just to wonder
how things will work
out, but then rest
in the assurance they
will.
None
of us have the
slightest clue of
the whys, but I am
certain that it is
never necessary that
we understand
everything. I
have come to the
conclusion that all
we need to know
about life that
makes any sense, is
summed up in our
just being
available to wash
our Savior's feet--
and that He enjoys
the bath. That's
enough. So a
true servant will
just wait patiently
and be prepared for
His entrance, when
He slips off His
sandals and gives
you another
opportunity. But I
am also sure He is
aware when we
are not always
physically able to get
down on tired knees
and do that. That is
when He looks at our
servant's heart and
says..."MY
time!"
So
count the days ahead
as HIS...when He can
minister to you in
ways you never
dreamed of.
Just relax and
receive that special
attention He is
giving you these
days....for God saw
them long
before Eden had
been planted.
And He never rests
until the job is
over and He says,
"Well
done!"
Always your sister
in Jesus,
Love,
Mary"
~~~~
Dearest
Ones: Yes, God
has called us to
serve Him. and one
another as well.
But never forget
what Peter said:" Lord,
not my feet only, but also my hands and
my head."
Our
feet get tired after
long walking;
swollen, hot, and
hurting. He
knows just where
you've been, and how
difficult was the
journey. He
also knows if you
will awake tomorrow
with more miles to
go. But a Comforter
is sometimes more
than a warm blanket. More
often than you
think, it is a basin
of water and a
girded towel waiting
for us to come through
the door and sit
down...