One by one
the apostles walked through the doorway into the upper room that had been
prepared for the Passover. As each guest passed through the opening, they
noticed a pitcher full of water, a bowl
to pour it into as well as a towel to wipe the dirt from their feet but where was the servant?
The first
one to arrive at the empty doorway was Peter. He was puzzled why the owner had
neglected to station someone there to wash their feet and began to yell for
some help but nobody answered his call. Frustrated he flipped his sandals from
his feet; they hit the wall with a loud thud knocking mud off onto the newly
swept floor. John was following close
behind and carrying the lamb which was to be prepared for the celebration supper.
Peter turned towards John, thinking for a minute that he should take the towel
and wash John’s feet. However the thought quickly evaporated. For weeks now Peter, John, James and the other
nine disciples had been arguing about who was considered to be the greatest one
among them.
As John
crossed the threshold he noticed how dirty his feet were and before stepping any
further called out in a loud voice for the house servant but there was no
answer. With a lamb in his arms he couldn’t really bend down to wash his own
feet, so for a moment he glanced over at Peter who was busy preparing the herbs
in a bowl on a low lying table located in the back. John bit his lip and
started to say “Pe_t_er” but the syllables just spilled out as unrecognizable sounds
in his throat.
Next, James thoughtlessly
burst right into the upper room completely forgetting that his sandals were
caked with mud mixed with donkey manure. He was in such a hurry that he had carelessly
step in a fresh pile down near the entrance where a foal was tied up. Peter turning
towards the door saw the mess on the floor and quickly scolded James then went
back to work secretly thinking about how much of a hypocrite he was. James
quickly put the flask of wine down onto the table along with a small pouch of sea
salt. He frantically tried to clean his own feet but ended up adding to the
mess that was already on the floor.
Soon the
rest of the apostles would be coming up the steps that led to the upper room. “Clunk,
clunk, clunk” pounded the sandals on stair treads as Andrew, Philip and
Bartholomew came to an abrupt stop and waited for someone to wash their
feet. They looked around for anyone but there
wasn’t a soul around to help. Peter, John and James were all busy preparing a
part of the feast and as elders in their group they were above such menial tasks.
Soon the
other James appeared followed by Matthew, Thomas, Thaddeus, Simon and Judas who
all entered one by one. Quickly and silently they sat down reclining at the
table carefully hiding their unwashed feet under the table. These men had been
arguing since they had left Galilee about who was the greatest among them so
that nobody was about to volunteer to wash the other’s feet. Nobody wanted to
stoop to do the lowest job in the house. It was at that point that Jesus
entered the room.
Oh, how we all need to be washed by
the Master. God loved us so much that He willingly left heaven and became a man
to die in our place. There is no greater love than that where a man willingly
lays down his life for a friend. Jesus Christ allowed His own creation to
falsely accuse Him, mock and beat Him and executed on a cross.
What an incredible scene it must have
been that night in the upper room as Jesus gently washed the dirt off of all
their feet. At that moment It might have been only the dirt acquired that day
but as soon as Jesus died He washed away all of our sins. So who is this King
of Glory? His name is Jesus!
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