Jesus, how beautiful is it that you chose to spend some remaining moments reminding the disciples that they can help each other wash off the dust.
Lord you know, sometimes I’ve tried to shake the dust off my feet, but it is stuck tight. It stains my sole. It stains my soul.
And I know how to wash my own feet. But sometimes i don’t have the energy, to get the water, to bend over, to do the self care.
Sometimes I don’t have the energy to wash.
And there you are–towel in hand, gently taking my feet and dipping them in the water.
You wash away the ashes. You remind me that when I’m having trouble, I can ask for help.
You remind us that we are not alone.
That we should love one another, care for one another, help one another.
So while the ashes of two more mass shootings, racist attacks, abusive trans legislation, and continue news of those who don’t yet have access to vaccines, and over 500,000 siblings who needlessly died.
You lather the soap, and pour the water, and prepare a fresh towel. Even while we are on the dusty road to Jerusalem, which ends in the cross, you make provision for us.
You teach us how to comfort one another on the journey.
And For that I give you Thanks and Praise.
Please fee free to use/adapt with Credit to Pastor Kay Stenta