The Master’s Example
The road-dust stained towel set aside,
brown water thrown out the upper-storey window—
An unexpected anointing for the unwashed
lingering outside in the back street
with a touch of the humble holiness of God the son.
With hearts subdued, feet clean,
we listened as words bathe
our battered pride, our expectations.
Hard to refute the Master:
the scene of Our Lord in service before us.
The lowest part, the most disreputable portion
of ourselves touched by His Hand.
Demands. Servant. Messenger.
Feet to carry the cleansing word of God out into all
the streets and alleys, the back lots of humanity.
Feet washed with water and towel by Jesus Christ himself.
We didn’t understand the price.
We didn’t know or comprehend
the sacrificial cost.
c. Darlene Moore Berg