To Kneel Down
Nam Biyani
Now before the Feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that His hour had come that He should depart from this world to the Father, having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end. And supper being ended, the devil having already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son, to betray Him, Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that He had come from God and was going to God, rose from supper and laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded.
John 13: 1-5 (NKJV)
Jesus knew that they were going to betray him and still he washed their feet!
It leaves me stunned thinking about Jesus’s compassion and love for his Disciples.
And when I say today I am his Disciple, the chosen one, knowing that I too am a recipient of this amazing love !!!
For I know my guilt, my sin & my shame, and I know that Jesus did this act for me also. I can see myself sitting before him, and I know that he takes my feet.
Do I want to withdraw them like Peter? To tell him that I know who he is and that he cannot wash my feet? Do I hear his words echo in my mind, “unless, I wash you, you have no share with me” (13:8) ?
Or do I completely surrender him to wash and make me new !!!!
Jesus, my Lord, God, and King, gently lifts my feet and washes the;, he tenderly dries them. He looks at me, and he knows it all. Jesus smiles at me. He calls me his daughter and his friend 😊
Who could imagine a God like ours? He is so far beyond our imagination!!!
He takes our systems of importance and worth and turns them upside down.
We are left to marvel at who he is.
Today, Jesus is calling me to do likewise. That his call must be my call. That I, knowing who I am - daughter, friend, beloved of the Most High God - must embrace the role of a servant.
I must stoop and bend, accepting the yoke of humility. All this in the knowledge that I may not be well received, that the heel I lift may turn and strike me, hurt, betray or persecute Me.
This is a hard thing to do, a hard truth to accept.
But then I realise that I am not asked to do this alone.
Because as I kneel, I kneel beside Jesus. As I lift a foot, he shares the burden.
As I take up the cross he asks me to carry, I discover that I am found.
Truly, intimacy with Christ is the gift that is received when we KNEEL DOWN !
