Do you know anyone who is obsessed with their Chacos? Twenty years ago, Tevas were the thing. I wore my pair until they disintegrated. I was a camp counselor at Camp Lakewood in Potosi, MO. My Tevas were on my feet every single day. When I wrapped up my tenure there at the end of the summer, I noticed how nasty my heels were.
My heels had black dirt that was encrusted into my heel. [I told you that it was nasty!] I had to go out and buy a pumice stone to sand off that dirt.
The thing about these types of sandals people love is those who wear them typically will not shut up about them. They Instagram them (see picture). They will wear them at every chance they get. They need them.
They have obsessive love for them, even if it leads to grimy feet.
If reading about my disgusting feet from 20 years ago is gross, you’re probably someone who could not fathom washing someone else’s feet. This was common practice in Jesus’ day, but only reserved for the lowly servant to do. On Maundy Thursday, we read about Jesus washing the disciples feet…and most of us cringe at the thought of it.
The thing about voluntarily washing someone else’s feet is that only love would lead you to do it. Maybe you love your carpet more than the person, but love is what would be the motivating factor in washing someone’s feet. Jesus is the ultimate in proving His love, since He washed 12 other men’s feet (and possibly anyone else who was present at the Last Supper that isn’t mentioned).
Twelve grimy pairs of feet.
Everyone forgets that Judas was at the Last Supper, too. Jesus washed his feet, alongside the rest of the disciples. We seem to pass judgment on Judas rather quickly, but conveniently forget that deserting your Rabbi in His greatest hour is almost as painful as betraying Him.
When we read that Jesus is pained as He tells Judas to go do what he is going to do, it’s because Jesus loves Judas as well. Judas was around Jesus for those entire three years–as long as Peter, John, James, Bartholomew, and all of the rest of those yahoos. He saw the demons driven out. He saw lepers healed. He experienced Lazarus emerging from the tomb.
Our world is obsessed with protecting our own spaces, but Jesus pops the disciples’ personal bubbles. He washes their feet, their nasty, grimy feet.
Even the feet of His betrayer.
Jesus has love for you, too. He has love for your enemies. Can you extend love to yourself and others like Jesus?
A pastor I know once said, “People are more important than the wound they give you.” May we remember this, as well as Jesus most certainly did.