Humiliated

I remember when I was in college my girls bible study group had a feet washing ceremony. I really don't remember us studying in scripture the intent or meaning of the feet washing, I just remember doing it. I can remember an overwhelming emotional experience-an awkwardness-it was moving. I remember looking down and seeing a close friend of mine.....touching my feet. FREAKED ME OUT. (I hate feet--I really don't know anyone who actually likes them. God made everyone's feet so different and weird. Mine are the worst---covered in scars. yuck. Hate them. Super self-conscious about them)

I was reading today in John 13 when Jesus was washing his disciples feet. I have read this scripture many times before but it didn't hit me until today.

vs. 1 "It was just before the Passover Feast. Jesus knew that the time had come for him to leave this world and go to the father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love."

Jesus was demonstrating not only being a servant but also showing his love for his own.

I think of different feet washing ceremonies that I have been a part of. I never thought of it as humbling as I do now. I wash anothers feet because God told me to (vs. 14). I wash someone elses feet out of humility and service. To touch someone elses feet is to clean the grossest part of their body-the dirtiest and usually most weird looking too! I wash another persons feet because I love them. Ultimately I am to love and serve them as Christ has done for us.

I think of someone in my life that I'm not fond of...would I wash their feet? Would I humble myself as the King of creation humbled himself to wash mans feet? Would I love them as Christ loves them to serve them?

Humility seems to just keep coming back around. I think God is working on me......I hope this humility lesson ends soon. It's exhausting.