There’s something to be said about feet. Creature-liness in its basest form. A humble place. A place of filth sometimes, too.
Your feet even tell of where you have been, leaving footprints and gleaning dust or mud or flour (hello, making cookies with kids) or paint (especially if I am the one painting–I “get into” my work sometimes). We leave a mark with our feet. And we are marked by where they have been.
Then I think of Christ Jesus, who came with a towel in hand to show what true leadership is.
True leadership is getting low and washing others’ feet.
There’s never been another King like Him. Could you even imagine? What kind of leader is this? What kind of man? Who is Jesus?
What kind of God would make feet the primary place of our work? Both literally and figuratively, we are called to wash others’ feet.
And what does that really look like in our daily-ness?
It looks a lot less pretty and yet truly more beautiful and exquisite than you might think. A lot of those “I’d never”-type statements are the places we must enter. And we may be exposed to all manner of filth and life. We might even catch something irreversible…maybe even lose our lives from it.
I think of Genessa, who went to Egypt with a heart open and ready to serve, the voice of an angel and yes, even some naiveté. She went to wash feet. And she did not return. She gave her life to follow the footsteps of Jesus. And not one ounce of her life was wasted; rather, it was poured out.
You see it is all about perspective.
If we live our lives thinking this is it and strive to reach material goals and pursue those goals with abandon, then we also will die, leaving nothing to show for it. Chaff blown away by the wind.
But if we live our lives knowing that Jesus has prepared a place for us (a real live place, where FOREVER we will be with Him and with all the redeemed in Christ Jesus), we will live with different goals–spending ourselves and our resources on people, washing their feet and getting dirty in the process…if we pour it all out in service to others, then every single part of what we poured is not lost, but ALL GAIN and ALL GLORY TO HIS NAME.
I don’t know that I want to spend another ounce of myself in pursuit of anything else. I beg God to show me what feet washing looks like…and how it is lived out. Perhaps I need to just carry a towel in anticipation of it.
Perhaps you do, too?
Think about it, and listen…