hands & feet [Spring 2012]
What if the Creator of the Universe, the Son of God, bent to wash my dirty, cracked, bleeding, muddy feet? Would I let Him go near them? I would think the mess is too much for Him. It’s not His place. He shouldn’t. He can’t. I won’t let Him. He would turn His face in disgust. I know it.
The same is true for our hearts and souls. Our dirty, cracked, bleeding, muddy hearts. He wants to clean mine, but I turn. Tell Him it’s not His place. Let me wash it later, Jesus.
I snatch my heart away from Him. Don’t look there. Please.
But He wants to. “Unless I wash you, you have no part with Me.”
We are called to wash each other’s hearts as He washes ours. Be gentle with your hands. Be open to the healing.