24 Feet

I can remember well the first time it happened to me. I was just 16 years old hanging out with some of my friends and I don't think anyone anticipated what was going to happen next. I have to admit that when our youth pastor announced that he was going to wash out feet I was a little self conscious. Now that I think about it though, I probably wasn't the only nervous teenager in the room that night...

The second time was even more memorable. It certainly wasn't what Renee had in mind for our date, of that much I'm sure. She came out of her room dressed to go out for the evening as I was in her apartment kitchen putting some water in a bowl. I will never forget washing her feet and asking her to marry me...

At sixteen, I probably would have responded more like Peter than I do now. I realize now more than ever that I need Jesus to wash my feet and o how good it feels to be clean and to have fellowship with Him. It was a powerful few moments to sit with these men whom we have now served since May and to be a part of their lives in this special way. We talked about what it's like to have our feet washed and why at times it's so hard to have Jesus serve us. God is using YOU to minister to these pastors and their wives and I'm just blessed to be a part of it all. GO TEAM!