Thursday, April 9, 2009

Dear God,

It's Thursday, the beginning of the end of God. So long ago jealousy robbed the world of God. What was it all like, dearest God? What was it like?

As I ponder kneeling at the feet of my own people, all I can feel is love. I know the privilege it is to wash their feet. And yet, for the most part, their feet will already be clean. The water won't even become dirty.

And yet, O Lord, it will be the kneeling down, the humbling act of bowing before each one that teaches my heart to love as you love. It is the opportunity to recognize my own need to love more.

I am grateful for this day.

I bow
before you,
Great Master.
I realize
I can't wash
the feet
of my friends
until I am willing
to let you
wash my feet.
And yet, Lord,
like the woman
with the perfume,
I want only
to wash
your feet.
Humble my heart,
my soul
and my spirit,
I pray.

Love, Andrea