"What the world needs now is love, sweet love. Itâ€™s the only thing that thereâ€™s just too little of." Written by Burt Bacharach almost forty-nine years ago, the song became one of the top-selling songs of the decade because it struck a chord in my generation. "All you need is love," sang the Beatles. And we answered, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" I don't think anything has really changed. There's still a craving for the reality of love even today. As Jesus called His boys together only hours away from the Cross, the commandment He gave them was not a commandment to be more zealous, more dedicated, or more committed. The commandment He stressed so emphatically was that they love each other. Before He gave them this teaching however, Jesus set the stage by being an example for them as He washed their feet. You all remember this one, right? Folks, this post is for me. This is something I struggle with more than anything. If I told you I didn't, my son's would come forward to testify. This is the way I see it. If I'm not willing to wash feet, then I need to keep my mouth closed when I see dirt. When I see dirt, I can either talk about the dirt, or I can involve myself in that personâ€™s life by tending the situation on my knees in humility through prayer. Jesus chose the latter. He didnâ€™t simply point out the dirt on the feet of His disciples. He did something about it.
I think there is in all of us a human need for growth even in the worst of conditions. Christ indicated in his explanation of the parable of the sower that we are the various soils. Could it be that not only does this effect how we recieve the Word of God, we as individuals, are hard ground if we do not listen to what is being spoken so clearly in the eyes of those in desperate and desolate need of our love, attention, and respect. What a tragedy for a seed that cannot grow because of my hardness of heart. At any given point, at every single point in my life, it could be said that I live by a basin theology. That is, I can either call for the basin, like Pilate did, and wash my hands of everything I know to be true or I can take up the basin and wash someoneâ€™s feet in humility and love. Jesus didnâ€™t wash His hands of those who would deny and betray Him. He washed their feet. May we all today remember Jesus clothed like a slave, kneeling, washing dirt off the feet of sinful men who were utterly indifferent to His impending death. To go from being God in glory to washing the feet of sinful, unglorious disciples is a long step. Think about this. The majestic, glorious God of the universe comes to earth. That's humility. Then He kneels on the ground to wash the feet of sinful men. That's indescribable humility! That's love in the truest form! Blessings church family!