“No, Jesus, you can’t wash my feet.
I’m too…
Broken.
Hopeless.
Confused.
Aimless.
You should have given up on me by now.”
“Let me wash your feet.”
“But…”
“Let me wash your feet. If you desire me, you will let me wash your feet.”
***
The church leaders up front started pulling out bowls and water.
What?
We were going to have a foot-washing ceremony, in church?
But there are so many of us.
This is going to take forever.
Where am I supposed to put my shoes?
What?
Wash my feet?
No.
No.
No.
