Thursday, December 29, 2011

dirty feet

Like Eve, I cover myself and hide away.
Because every day, I am more and more aware of my unworthiness.
My guilt and shame consumes me.

I look down and see my dirty feet, cracked and soiled and unpresentable.

Photo by joeyjoe000

I hide them. Then I hide my hands. Then my thighs. Then my face. My hair. My eyes. My soul. Everything.

"He poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet.
"No," said Peter. "You shall never wash my feet."
Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me."
"Then Lord," Simon Peter replied. "Not just my feet, but my hands and my head as well!'"

We speak of repentance, and I feel my soul crushed by my need for repentance. I want to repent every day of every thing, but I feel that my efforts are never good enough. My prayers are never enough. I am still crushed. Like Peter, I cry out to my Father, "Clean all of me, Lord!"

"Jesus answered, "A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet;
his whole body is clean."

Jesus has already cleansed me.
I have already been forgiven.

But I still have dirty feet.

Repentance is good news.
It is recognizing where we have dirty feet,
and recognizing the horror if we keep those feet dirty.

Thank me.
Call out.
And I will save you.

(Thanks to Rev. John McElwain for his inspiration and teaching on this topic.)

Reposted from July 22, 2010.

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