It’s Holy Week, the week approaching my favorite holiday.
As I think back on what Jesus was doing on this day all those years ago, I find Him living out the gospel even before His work on earth was finished. If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, how would you spend your last hours?
I don’t know about you, but I seriously doubt I would want to spend those final moments with fickle friends. And I sure as heck wouldn’t want to spend those moments washing the nasty feet of said fickle friends.
Jesus exudes grace because it is part of who He is. There is hope for us in our filth, our selfishness, and our betrayal.
Here’s how that Thursday went down for Jesus and His crew:
* The disciples argued about who was the greatest and who got to sit next to Jesus in His kingdom. Jesus, taking on the role of a servant, washed their sweaty, dirt clod ridden, camel and donkey dung residued feet because none of the disciples would stoop to such a task.
* They shared the Passover meal. It was a celebration meant to remind the Jewish people of their escape/rescue from slavery in Egypt. The breaking of bread and drinking of wine was a traditional part of the feast. Jesus changed the meaning of the feast by telling His friends to remember HIM instead.
* Jesus predicted His betrayal. And while we all look at Judas, all of the disciples abandoned their Lord in the next few hours.
* They sang hymns together. (As much as I would like to insert a joke about boy bands here, it just seems wrong.)
* Jesus prayed for Himself, His disciples, and us.
* Jesus, like Paul, asked God three times to remove the burden He was about to bear. He submitted to the will of the Father, knowing full well that doing so would mean experiencing the wrath of God… more so than Noah’s neighbors, more so than Sodom, more so than Adam and Eve.