My husband brought this up a couple of weeks ago and it’s just been sticking with me…Jesus washed Judas’ feet.
Most of us work in rooms full of broken people…people who out of their own brokenness are selfish or cynical or needy and vacuous or arrogant and small or demeaning or conniving or listless.
We know this is true because we are in the room, and we are still becoming more like Jesus too and some of the brokenness in any room that we are in is ours.
I wonder how the room would change if how we related to people started with this simple idea…Jesus washed Judas’ feet.
Until the very end, Jesus has the Father’s heart for Judas, and the other ten who were about to leave him stone cold in the hour that He needed them most. Until the very end, He was sharing his heart, praying for them, encouraging them…not because He had rose colored glasses on, because He knew exactly what was about to go down. He just kept being for them.
It’s really a beautiful thing.
Somehow, in the midst of doing what we need to do to be healthy when we encounter other people’s brokenness…setting boundaries, having honest conversations, saying “no”, etc…sometimes we stop washing the persons feet too. And maybe those are the moments and the seasons when they most need us to stay vulnerable with a basin and towel…maybe those are the moments when taking the heart posture of washing their feet makes the most difference…for them, for us, and for the Father’s Kingdom plans.
I want to be like Jesus when I grow up.
Jesus washed Judas’ feet.