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Our Feet in His Basin

"Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.  The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself.  Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him.  He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, are you going to wash my feet?"  Jesus answered, "You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand."  Peter said to him, "You will never wash my feet." Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no share with me."  Simon Peter said to him, "Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!"

                                                                                 --John 13:1-9, NRSV


        Jesus did not say, "If you don't wash your feet."  Why not?  Because we cannot.  We cannot cleanse our own filth.  We cannot remove our own sin.  Our feet must be in his hands.

        Don't miss the meaning here.  To place our feet in the basin of Jesus is to place the filthiest parts of our lives into his hands.  In the ancient East, people's feet were caked with mud and dirt.  The servant of the feast saw to it that the feet were cleaned.  Jesus is assuming the role of the servant.  He will wash the grimiest part of your life.

       If you let him.  The water of the Servant comes only when we confess that we are dirty.  Only when we confess that we are caked with filth, that we have walked forbidden trails and followed the wrong paths.

    --Max Lucado, A Gentle Thunder, p. 36