"Peter said to him, 'You will never wash my feet.'"
Peter just couldn't handle looking down and seeing Jesus washing his feet. It was just too much for him. I can hardly blame him. The couple of times I have had my feet washed during this beautiful ritual, on Holy Thursday, have pushed me way out of my comfort zone. Where do you look? Do you say anything? What if I start crying? Hold it together, try to just hold it together. Let's put ourselves in Peter's sandals. We have traveled this three year journey with this guy who we really think is going to be the King of Israel. Like a King-in-power-type King. But sometimes he says and does the oddest things. He says he has to die and be raised again on the third day. He gets down on his hands and knees to wash our feet like a common servant. We just don't understand it. It's too hard for us to understand. So Peter just draws the line. "You will never wash my feet!" Aren't we all just like Peter? Tonight marks the end of Lent and the beginning of the most stunningly holy time of the whole year. Holy and whole. Life, death and resurrection. Let's not miss a bit of it! Love, heidi