My last blog was a little heavy so here’s a quick one to lighten the mood.
On Fridays a small group of believers gathers in this small building in the slums. They have pr@yer and w0rship together and this week, my team was invited to join. A few days earlier I’d mentioned that I would love to wash people’s feet, just like J3sus did, and tell them all about the significance of it. Well last night I had the opportunity to do so.
The group was mostly women and young girls, so that worked to our advantage. After they w0rshiped I stood up and carefully told them the story about J3sus washing his followers’ dirty feet, just a few days before he would be crucified. When I finished, I carefully asked them if they’d let us do the same to them, not knowing how receptive they’d be. For several minutes our translator had a heated discussion with them. As it went on, I began to think we offended them or they completely misunderstood our intentions. But then our translator looked me in the eyes and said, “You must come back again next week because they want to wash your feet as well.”
So I spent my Friday night crouched down in a shack in the slums, washing women’s feet. As I poured the water over their toes, I looked them in the eye and prayed like crazy that they didn’t see this as Americans washing Indian feet or rich people washing the poor. I prayed that they would see Chr!st washing away the dirt and grim from us all.
