This week has been a whirlwind. The days and weeks leading up to major holidays always seem to be that way especially when you have kids. Easter is no exception. We have to have fun on Spring Break and dye our Easter eggs. We have to take some trips. We need to fill the Easter baskets and go on an Easter Egg Hunt or two. We’ve commercialized it, packaged it, slapped a price tag on it, and over extended our check books to commemorate it. And if that isn’t good enough, you can get your chocolate bunnies, Peeps, and jelly beans half price on Monday and Tuesday. SCORE! Ain’t no shame in stocking up on Peeps, ya’ll.
Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE these exciting memory making, family builders with my kids. There’s nothing better than going on an egg hunt and ripping into a plastic egg filled with melted chocolate and fire ants. As we find ourselves staring down the short road to Resurrection Sunday, I just want to make sure my heart, my family, and my home are also seeing the cross before they see anything else.
Today is Maundy Thursday. This was the day that Christ met His disciples for their last meal together. It was also the time He gave the dear friends and brothers the command to love others with humility by serving one another, remembering His sacrifice. And in a beautiful act of love and humility He knelt to the ground and began to wash their feet. Why was this such a great act of humility? Think about it. The King of Glory was washing nasty feet. We aren’t talking about manicured toenails and pumiced heels either. These guys had never had their toenails clippered or their bunions removed. No, those feet that travelled the long, dusty roads delivering the news of God’s love were filthy, calloused, blistered, and raw, exposed to the dry sand and air through sandals each and every day. But those 12 men, 24 feet, and 240 toes, were cherished by the Son of the Creator. As if dying a horrific and tortured death on a cross in front of hate-filled, jeering masses wasn’t enough, my Jesus once again lowered himself to a servant and lovingly wiped away the debris and grime which covered each and every foot. Imagine the amount of time it took our Jesus to do that. Imagine what they must have been thinking and talking about as He rubbed their rough heels in the palms of his healing hands. I wonder if they reminisced about memories that only they shared.
Maundy is derived from the Latin word “mandatum”, meaning “commandment”. When Jesus was done washing He stood and said:
“And so I am giving a new commandment to you now- Love one another just as much as I love you. Your strong love for each other will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” John 13:34-34
Love is not just a warm feeling. Instead it is an attitude that is revealed in everything that you do. Love is a verb. So how do we love each other as Christ loves us? As mere humanity how do we demonstrate a love that drove Christ to the cross? His disciples just couldn’t wrap his mind around it and honestly, neither can I. It’s only by filling our selves with Him that we can ever hope to love others that way. Honestly, I’m not very good at it. I want to be. I want to open my arms to everyone but I find myself falling desperately short… especially in an election year. This is usually the first clue that I am not filling my own life with Him. I have to fill myself in order to pour into others and keep that command.
And this led us to what we now know as Maundy Thursday with 12 men, 24 feet, 240 toes, and one single Savior. The road to Easter morning would look bleak in the light of the coming day. But hold on ya’ll. Sunday’s coming.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.