I See Jesus

Every night after a shower, I kneel down to dry the feet of Henrietta.* Then I cradle her feet in my hands as I gently rub lotion onto her legs. I look up into her eyes and see a woman struggling to accept help. Yet, she knows that she is unable to do it on her own.

As I apply lotion to her legs, I am reminded of a women who kneeled down and washed the feet of Jesus with her tears. Then she anointed Jesus with sweet perfume. As I kneel, I look up and catch of glimpse of Jesus in her face.

I am also reminded of a Man who kneeled down and washed the feet of his friends. They knew that they were dirty, yet they struggled to accept his help. At that moment, He and his friends were all in a position of submission. Jesus giving up his status and taking the posture of a servant. His friends struggling to accept his help. Yet, they knew that they were filthy and needed to be washed. They also knew that it was only with His hands that they could be made completely clean. As I kneel, I am humbled as I consider Jesus' act of service and his gentle care of the fragile and broken people He encountered.

Every night, I see Jesus. I see Jesus in the faces of the people I care for as I wash their feet. I see Jesus in my co-workers as they work to meet the needs of the fragile and broken people around us. I see Jesus as I consider how he washes me clean again and again. I see Jesus looking into my eyes and telling me that He has come to help me do what I cannot. Every night, I see Jesus.



* Not her real name.