the basin and the towel

Think about: Not only did He die for us, but He lived for us as well.


"sabina" and "humble" are two words you don't often her in the same sentence.

but today...i must have said "humble" in one form or another about 20 times.

truth is, the washing of another's feet was easy. it was having my feet washed that was the toughie.

something about hearing the gospel... that description of Christ saying to his friends, his disciples. Saying to the 12 guys who called him "Rabbi" who gave everything up to follow up because they believed he was The One. To hear about Him taking off His cloak and washing the feet of the apostles really struck me.

The sincerity of the act. The lack of any performance or hesitation. The humility

It was so profoundly sweet. So unexpected. So humble.

As we prayed, as we reflected, as we opened up to let it all in and let it all out, as we prepared basins and towels and even little cups with which to scoop water. I found myself thinking: "Lord. it is an honour. It is an honour to serve as much as it is to be served."

Leo has and will always be my fearless leader. however strongly i feel about something to do with the choir. whatever she says goes. in every decision, every move, i look to her. and to have her kneeling in front of me washing my feet was... an honour. it was something like that line from No Greater Love "when I was so unworthy." I felt so very unworthy. And so so humbled.

once jon and leo had washed the feet of myself and the other comm members. it was our turn to wash the feet of the choir members

i prayed with ronald, shaun and steven together first before picking up the bucket and the towel. while doing it i felt no awkwardness.... i was most focussed on on making them feel relaxed and comfortable and doing it sincerely. it's hard to describe what was going on. all i can say is that it felt right. it felt honest. it felt humbling. it felt like another "unworthy." it was an honour. I left the room with a real sense of peace.

i guess the thing is this: we all are servants... and yet we all are served.

i went away thinking about Jesus at my feet... washing.... then i thought of myself... at the feet of my father.... and how many times he has washed my feet...

i thought of myself at the feet of those who have hurt me....humbling myself, forgiving, letting go... washing their feet and inadventently washing my own. gently disssolving all the emotional bruises.

It is a powerful thought at this time of the year.

I hope it stays with me this holy week and until easter.

love you guys heaps.



S