The guest room is ready for Jesus and His disciples. The passover Seder is laid out generously to feed all of us friends. We are weary, hungry and not a little anxious. Jesus has been telling us that He is to die at the hands of violent men, and soon. Confused, we wonder if we have gotten it all wrong. Life with Jesus had been so amazing but now it seems all hell is about to break loose.
As we settle in around the table, Jesus asks our host for a basin of warm water. We watch in surprise as He gets up from the table and takes off His robe. Taking on the servant’s role, He kneels in front of each of us and begins to wash the dust off our calloused feet. Speechless, we can hear Jesus’ voice as He talks with each, one after the other. He is in no rush. He makes His way around the room, listening and washing, counselling and wiping. He connects with each as only an intimate friend can.
The room is quiet apart from the sound of water and wiping and whispers. Can it be that this One whose hands heal would touch our tired, dusty feet? How can this amazing teacher who raises the dead lower Himself as a servant to minister so humbly? What moves Him to attend to us, we who are confused, afraid or fiercely independent?
Time goes on, centuries pass and we arrive at another holy week and behold: He lives...
He is here with us today, even in the pandemic of 2020.
He shares with us the struggle of this deeply unsettling time.
He prepares a needed table for us.
He removes His robe and kneels before each of us, His friends.
He holds our attention with eyes full of knowing and compassion.
He listens to each of us with our anxious, self-concerned questions.
His words touch our hearts with the gentleness of comfort.
Words sinking in like water to dry and thirsty places of soul
...as only His Beautiful, Holy Words can
...as only He can,
...and Jesus ministers to us behind closed doors.