Showing posts with label foot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label foot. Show all posts

Thursday, April 18, 2019

The Cleansing

Good Friday, we know. And Easter most certainly. But what is Maundy Thursday? It is the Thursday before Easter, believed to be the day when Jesus celebrated his final Passover with His disciples. And most notably, that Last Supper was when Jesus washed the feet of His disciples in an extraordinary display of humility. He then commanded them to do the same for each other.

In fact, Merriam-Webster defines maundy as a ceremony of washing the feet of the poor on Maundy Thursday.

I vividly recall on our church mission trip when Carter was a teen how we ended the week with a foot-washing ceremony on the final evening. As the adult leaders for our congregation, Pastor Josh and I washed the feet of each member of our mission team and prayed over them. Many tears were shed. A very moving experience.

It now makes sense to me that to help someone, if we can't walk in their shoes and understand where they're coming from or where they're going, we can at least wash their feet and offer comfort on their sometimes grueling journey – whether physically, emotionally, spiritually, etc.

Jesus did this to teach His disciples to do it for each other. Never assume you are better than someone else. You're only as good as the extent to which you've helped them. If they refuse the let you wash their feet then they aren't ready for help. It's frustrating as heck, but all you can do is keep trying.

Eventually, they might just see the joy on people's faces after they were willing to let go and let God take care of all that dust that's settled on their boots.

It's cleansing for your feet – and your soul.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Keeping Step


Pretty sure you've realized I am one of the most impatient people out there. One week out of my boot and I am wondering why I can't be running again already. Well, that's obvious, Robyn. You haven't mastered walking!

This week, I have been doing some walk breaks – like the old days – which equate to about a mile each time. But I haven't gone beyond that and strung two 15-minute breaks together. Until tonight.

When I got home tonight, my friend Cindy and I walked down to the end of Deer Road and back. Two whole miles. Do you realize that's the farthest I've walked since I turned 50? Sad, but true.

That was 4 hours ago and I am feeling no pain. I mean for real. So maybe I can keep easing into this using both feet business. At this pace, I could work in some running by Monday.

Hey, I didn't say which Monday. Patience, Grasshopper. One step at a time.