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WWJD


Lately, I’m having to remind myself of this phrase a lot! Call it what you want, but I know spiritual attacks come in all shapes and forms. In moments of chaos, I ask myself how Christ would respond. Trust me, I’m a work in progress! But every now and then, God reveals something about His character that I can show.

Case in point: right now, I’m reading through the book of Deuteronomy with Bible Recap on the Bible App. This particular study has brought formerly mundane scriptures to life in a meaningful way. And God definitely has His hands full trying to keep the wandering Israelites on track! I can totally relate.

All I have to say is it’s a good thing God didn’t put me in charge! My flesh gets the best of me and my emotions wreck me and those around me. This week, I had such a moment (or several, if I’m honest). When I was praying and asking God to help me handle a particular issue, He reminded me of the servanthood of Jesus.

He washed feet.

He knew He was being betrayed. He knew his friends would hide in fear. He knew one of His best friends would claim not to know Him. He knew God would separate from Him while He was on the cross. He knew all of it.

And He washed feet.

A little context here: during this time, there would be designated servants (usually the lowest ones) who would care for the feet of travelers. This was a sign of honor and respect. In addition, the feet were usually in pretty rough shape after a long journey-typically on foot.

This isn’t the only time we see the practice of foot washing. In fact, two women are credited with honoring Jesus before the Last Supper by washing His feet. One woman isn’t named, and the other was Mary, the sister of Lazarus, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. They took on the humble position to show their gratitude for what Jesus did for them.

So why did Jesus do it?

After washing their feet, he put on his robe again and sat down and asked, “Do you understand what I was doing? You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and you are right, because that’s what I am. And since I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you ought to wash each other’s feet. I have given you an example to follow. Do as I have done to you.” (John‬ ‭13‬:‭12‬-‭15‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

It’s that simple. He took on the lowest job to show that leadership is about serving. So many people are looking for the glamour and adoration of the masses. It’s nice to feel good about yourself. 

Unfortunately, we live in a society that tells us we should feel good about ourselves no matter what. This sounds great on the surface, but what about sanctification? What if God wants to humble us to make sure He gets the glory? Can we do what Jesus did? Can we move ourselves to the lowly position of washing feet-which is smelly, dirty, and tedious?

As we move into the holiest week of the year, let us always remember what Jesus did. Not just on the cross. Not just the miracles. But how He served.


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