Jesus, God Incarnate (in the flesh), gave the example by which we are to live, not only with the washing of feet, but in His coming in the first place and in His dying.


For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many." (Mark 10:45)


He said to them, “Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.” (vs. 17) What things were they/we to know?


That no servant is greater than his master

That no messenger greater than the one who sent him


But what is the “doing” in these two statements of facts? The doing is in the humbling ourselves enough to demonstrate Christ’s love by serving one another. If Christ were willing to both wash feet and later die sacrificially, then we should be willing to take this role ourselves.


How Normal Is This?


As a Christian author and speaker, I am often surrounded by those within the same ministry. Each year I attend an international convention that brings “us folks” out of the woodwork by the droves. And each year it is my privilege to see people well respected humbling themselves before the Lord in their ministries and in the way they respond to others.


But I also see the opposite. And it saddens me greatly. Those who have “done well” taking on the squared shoulders, nose slightly tilted attitude.


Now, I’m not pointing any fingers. I’m just calling it as I see it. And I wonder if this fulfills Christ’s commandment to us in John 13?


Paul Was Chained to a Dead Man


It is common in the “speaker” world (those of us who travel to speak at various churches, etc) to be invited (or encouraged) to stay within the homes of church families. It saves the hosting venue money and allows the speaker to interact on a more personal basis with the members of that family. Some speakers, such as myself, love this. Others would rather be in the quiet/solitude of a hotel room.


I often tell a funny story of the time, while speaking at a hosting church, I was asked to stay with a family and agreed to do so. The family was warm and loving. When they picked me up from the airport and took me out to lunch I found them to be charming and amusing. Once we arrived at their home, however, I discovered that “housekeeping” was not at the top of the family’s priority list. They seemed oblivious to the mess, while I—Mrs. Everything-Has-A-Place-And-Everything-In-Its-Place—nearly hyperventilated.