Last night we had a footwashing service at church. For churches that recognize the ordinance, it's usually done on Maunday Thursday, when Jesus washed his disciples' feet at the Last Supper. In our church the women wash each other's feet in one circle and men in another in observance of Jesus' words in John 13:14-17,
"Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.
This year, our son Timothy (3 years), who was watching the process intently, asked us, "What are they doing?" "Are her feet dirty?" We explained to our toddler that we are doing what Jesus would do, we wash feet to show that we will help others.
He said immediately, "Mommy, I want to help others too. I want to wash your feet!"
He jumped down from the chair and washed my feet along with the lady at my side. I was so touched, the tears started streaming down my face. The other ladies started crying too. Lord, help me to serve without question. I want to answer "Here I am, Lord" when I see needs around me instead of pretending they're not there or making excuses why I'm not the one to assist. Give me faith like a little child.