Let Me Wash Your Feet

       Since the turn of the year, despite the many knots we continue to encounter, some tension has certainly eased in my life. I hope it means I have passed through a lengthy period of turbulence. I hope it never comes back again. Although it often continues to seem as if I’m never far from the cliff’s edge in some issues, there has been a general undulating gentleness to the past months.

A Christmas year is ahead, said God last year.

       If I thought I heard Him wrong, Jesus countered that this past weekend at Mass. As I read these words from In Sinu Jesu,

Even now, He would wash the feet of His chosen ones to teach them the humility of His love for them. If I want companionship with Him, I must let Him do for me all that His humble love seeks to do.

shock waves went through me although I barely understood what the words meant. Then, Jesus whispered into my ear, only loud enough for me to hear,

Let Me wash your feet

       Jesus wishes to wash my feet. Feet dusty and muddied and bloodied some from the walks through the varied lanes of life we live all at once in a single lifetime. Always understood by me as a sign and an exhortation to humble service, it is suddenly made known to my heart that the washing of feet is also an act of Love, of Mercy, by Someone Who knows just how weary we are from the travails of life and Who wishes to minister to us – if we could just let Him.

Someone Who was now telling me, Let Me take care of you.

Always so used to trying to do things for Jesus, now suddenly, the tables are turned.

Let Me take care of you

       As I let the words wash over me, another knowing comes through in a sudden jolt.

The washing of feet comes before the meal.

       And with that, the waves retreat from the shore and all falls silent.