I’m not someone who typically runs around outside, or even inside for that matter, in my bare feet. At the shore, yes, but even then, I usually have flip-flops on. It doesn’t take long even without a dusty road to get your feet dirty.
When I think about the fact that Jesus’s last supper with His disciples included the creator of the universe getting on His knees and washing His disciples’ feet, I’m humbled beyond understanding. I’ve heard the story more times than I can count but this time I took notice of one particular fact. A pair of those feet belonged to the one who would betray Him. The one who would sell out the Son of God for 30 pieces of silver and who knows what else he conjured up for a reason. I do know this. The love that Jesus had to have felt, and the sorrow and grief for one of His inner circle of trusted followers that would turn his back on all that He had invested in him, had to be beyond knowable.
Washing Judas’s feet tells us all we need to know about Jesus, our Savior. He instructed us to wash one another’s feet. The metaphor needs no explanation. Love God, Love others in ways that are incomprehensible to mortal man. That’s our assignment.
It’s hard not to lean into the commitment that only Jesus lived out perfectly, but we are charged with following at all costs.
“For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” Mark 10:45 ESV
And that’s the memo.
By Steve Adams