I was a little hesitant to jump out of bed this morning. Yesterday evening, grandma said she had a little task for me the next day: wash the bathroom floors. I'm pretty sure my grandma hasn't washed the floors in her bathroom in quite some time - perhaps six months or more. She mentioned that the floor tiles around the toilet were especially in need of scrubbing. I adore helping my grandparents around the house, but I confess I was a little uneasy about the chore to which I was assigned...

After breakfast, I slipped on an old t-shirt and shorts and got to work.

As I mingled near the toilet and crouched on chilly, hard tiles, my perspective shifted. Dirt particles, dead bugs, and dust that had accumulated for many months surrounded me. The scent of mildew and toilet water pricked my nose. Moving nimbly on hands and knees, I worked quickly to sweep and spread soapy suds to the farthest corners of the bathroom.

How many layers of dirt was I removing?

I thought of Jesus.

One evening, he surprised friends and onlookers when he removed his robe, stooped on the floor, and washed the feet of his disciples (John 13).

Back in those days, you wore sandals everywhere. One's toes were constantly exposed to dirt and sand. If you couldn't bathe often, I bet your feet became crusty and dusty and probably quite smelly, too... Kind of like the dirty floor tiles I was crawling on this morning.

But Jesus didn't worry about how dirty these feet must've been. He didn't hesitate once. Instead, he demonstrated ultimate humility and self-lessness by taking those feet in his hands and wiping away weeks worth of filth.

Jesus' disciples sat amazed and humbled as their Lord became lowly.

...What a Savior :)

Lord, thanks for this beautiful week with my grandparents. Thank you for the example of Jesus for treating others with love and humility.

xxox