A pile of sewing sat on my table all week. I needed to get it done but I just couldn’t make myself get to it. I love to sew and most of it was fun stuff, no mending or anything icky like that. What on earth was my problem? I couldn’t figure it out.
Then one day I noticed what lay underneath the sewing; my white damask table cloth with its six inch wide lace trim. I’d left it there after having a few folks in for dinner. I treasure that cloth. I only put it out for the neatest company. I don’t like spots on it or …oh, oh…bits of thread or pins or…. My answer lay right in front of me. I swooped down on that damask like a bear in spring fever. With the table’s shiny work top revealed, I dug into that sewing in my usual delighted fashion.
A few of us guard ourselves as carefully as I guarded that damask cloth. We wear the white robes of Christ alright because we asked him into our lives long ago. However, we like those white robes a bit too much. We want them to stay pristine and pure.
And they can if we treat them like Christ treated his robes.
John 13:4-5-so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.
We can take them off long enough to do some dirty work, like washing feet.
John 13:5-After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
Today might not include actual feet but it definitely might be volunteering at a homeless or a women’s shelter, mentoring a difficult youth, and maybe even loving the unlovely that lives in our house.
Prayer: Lord, We’ve been holding ourselves a little too aloof lately. Give us the grace to serve as you did. Amen.