theme for the day: [INTIMACY]
[read it]: John 13:5-20
Jesus washes the feet of his disciples. Jesus washes the feet of his beloved. Jesus gets on the ground, removes my sandals, sees the dirt of a bare-feet-embracing-vagabond who hurts for the injustice of the world yet hypocritically leads an unjust life of mis-spending, gluttony, and pride. I NEED JESUS.
my heart is being torn into pieces as i am turned toward the passion of christ this week: an overwhelming, intensly real-nitty-gritty-dirt-messy NEED for the blood of Jesus. [RE-MEMBER?]
thoughts from AbiJoy
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Jesus also washed the feet of the one who would betray him. Interesting thought is it not Abi? So hard to do. So unlike my own character most days. I'd almost rather call them out for who they are than let God deal with them in his time and in his way. I'm such an impatient and rebellious child much of the time.
I need Him more than ever as I get older. His cleansing blood. His healing touch. To be flooded by it, engulfed in it. It is a nitty-gritty deal when you get right down to it.
Neat thought - not an original - in order to have His blood reach our hearts we need to be looking up at him on the cross in faith and not down in shame. It's a visual image that has stuck with me for years.
May we both look up to him and be washed clean and be filled to over flowing.
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