Dark limestone walls reveal, an open solitary window in an upper room.
The oil lamps flicker, reflecting shadows of men seated in a circle.
The last supper. Sweet incense mixes with smells of fresh baked bread.
Then, uncomfortable silence.
Thirty-three year old Messiah, is on his knees. He calls for a towel and basin of water.
Then, uncomfortable silence.
Thirty-three year old Messiah, is on his knees. He calls for a towel and basin of water.
The young everlasting King is kneeling?
Rough aggresive men, some former fishermen, stare in disbelief.
"If any among you would be great, let Him be a servant."
The words fall like rough stones. A servant?
That doesn't feel great at all. Wash another's feet?
What is He thinking?
"No servant is greater than his Master."
One by one dirty calloused feet are rinsed. One by one humility washes over calloused hearts.
The oil lamps become brighter, the wall shadows grow larger.
"Love one another as I have loved you..."
"Greater love hath no man than this, than a man would lay down his life for his friends."
"Greater love hath no man than this, than a man would lay down his life for his friends."
"Love your neighbor as yourself."
When the mind of Christ is in us, then we become great.
