If you read my post yesterday morning, you know I wrote about Jesus washing the feet of the disciples.  You probably thought I was done but, sadly, you are wrong.

There is one more thing I’d like to look at before I set my sights on another part of scripture.

When Jesus got ready to wash feet, Peter said, “Not my feet!”

Peter acknowledged Jesus as his mentor and teacher and Lord but he stubbornly protested what Jesus was doing.

John 13:6 When Jesus came to Simon Peter, Peter said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
7 Jesus replied, “You don’t understand now what I am doing, but someday you will.”
8 “No,” Peter protested, “you will never ever wash my feet!”

It is interesting to me that Peter is once again the one that is the most zealous in his love for Jesus but, again, understanding dawns on him the slowest.

I can’t fault Peter here.  It is being revealed to him the the Son of God is walking daily in his presence but yet, he questions Jesus because this way of being God isn’t very god-like in the mind of Peter.  He is still expecting the Messiah to bring a major butt-whipping to a wicked world rather than a plan of salvation to love people into a right relationship with God.

I know that when I encounter struggles or problems, when the world throws me a whole sack of curve balls and I am reduced to a helpless series of swings and misses, I still expect Jesus to come to the rescue kicking butt and counting noses.  Instead, he comes to me as the gentle servant, drawing me close, washing my feet, making me belong to him.

I protest!  I’ll never allow God to stoop to cleaning my filthy life, as if I have some ability to clean myself up to the point I deserve to be in his presence, as if my life will tarnish his image in some way.  Jesus didn’t come to this earth to be a spotless lamb that stays just out of reach.  He came as a spotless lamb to absorb the filth and dirt and excrement of mankind, hang it on the cross and cover it with the blood so that we could stand in his presence restored to what we were intended to be.

I need to see him who as who he really is, not some fantasy version of a Marvel superhero.  I need to see a savior that can wade through the disgusting perversion of all God created, kneel before me and make me new, one who can stand up from all that and still be the God of all in all his glory.

Peter was often told he was wrong.  I believe God wanted it that way.  For in the people that God had to correct, by the lessons they learned, I can grow.  I need to be on the lookout for the times I tell God, “No!  You will never do that.”  Times I think that I need to do something and not allow God to trouble himself with doing what only he can really do.

 

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