Every year our church participates in community Holy Week Services. One church will serve as host for the community services with a different Pastor bringing the message each day. On this day, the privilege was mine. I came early to make sure everything was set up and in place. Upon my arrival, the sound man at that church gave me a wireless microphone to attach to my lapel and the battery pack for my belt. I was wired and ready to go.
There is a well known Bible story found in Matthew and Mark. If you have been around church anytime at all chances are you have heard of it. One night the disciples are rowing their boat across the sea of Galilee when a storm moves in on them. Being in the water at night is bad enough but when a storm moves in on you things will go from bad to worse.
Life is a series of decisions. Some have little bearing on the outcome of your life. Others are critical to the quality of our lives and and the final outcome.
I remember it just like it was yesterday. I was a teenage boy about 15 yrs of age and I was running some errands with John and Sue (not their real names). I had known them for a few years and had helped John work on some projects around his house. On this day, we were all in the front cab of John’s pickup truck. John was driving, Sue was in the middle and I was in the passenger seat.
If you knew you only had a few hours left to live what would you do? Where would you go? Who would you talk with in your last few moments of life? I am not sure what I would do, but we do know what Jesus did in the final hours of his life. It can be summed up in one word:
Served. That is it. He served.
In John 13, Jesus gathers with his disciples to share one final meal with them before his crucifixion. We’re not sure whether the disciples knew this was His final meal, but it is clear that Jesus knew. And what does Jesus choose to do on his last night with his disciples? He washes their feet! This was normally a task given to servants, but on this evening Jesus does it.