This chapter talks about feet. Jesus washes a lot of them.
And to be honest, I hate feet. They gross me out. They’re ugly. They smell bad. And I only let people see mine when they are neatly pedicured and polished. And I surely wouldn’t want anyone to see them, let alone touch them, when they are nasty and dirty and smelly.
And if I’m being completely honest, my feet aren’t the only thing I feel that way about.
I don’t want anyone to see the dirty and smelly parts of who I am on the inside either. I can’t stand it when people see my weaknesses, my shortcomings, my mistakes, my imperfections.
I just want to keep that part of the inner me hidden away like I do with my feet. If I don’t let anyone see it, no one will know it’s there. Everyone will see me as the strong, confident woman who has it all together, right?
Jesus sees it all. Every little bit of it. And he wants me show it to him, to confess it to him, and to give it to him so he can wash it away. He can wash away my sin as completely as he can wash dirt off of feet.
Washing all those feet that day symbolized what he was about to do on the cross. He was about to die so that he could take our sin and wash us clean.
He loves us so much that even though we are completely dirty and smelly inside because of sin, he died for us anyway.
Jesus wants you. Every part of you.
Jesus loves you. Every part of you.
Even the nasty, dirty, smelly parts.
Jesus even loves your feet.