Washing
John 13:1-20
This is it!
Resonances clanging,
echoes chiming
in my heart and mind.
This is what Mary did,
so recently.
Poured out her all
in an offering.
She gave her everything,
now Jesus is giving his everything.
He,
God here among us,
King of all kings,
kneels
at our feet
and gently,
tenderly,
lovingly,
washes them.
Soothes them,
cleans them,
deals with the cuts and blisters,
and gently pats them dry.
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Our feet,
as wandering disciples
had been the tools of our trade,
what took us with him,
the sign of our following
and wanting to be with him,
to walk in his footsteps.
He stoops
to bring refreshment,
healing,
and the ability to go further.
How can I let him do this?
Surely I should be washing his feet,
showing my service to him.
But no,
he wants to tend me,
restore me,
and refresh me.
To not let him
is to turn my back on him,
to all he offers me.
He wants me
to learn to tend others,
and like with everything else,
he shows me the way.
His way,
the on your knees way,
the not afraid of dirt way,
the not too great for this way.
Lord,
may I learn
and live
as a washer,
a kneeler,
a restorer
in you.
Taken from my book:Â Voices Through Holy Week and Easter available through Moorleys
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