My grandmother’s feet were nothing short of disgusting. I vividly remember my sister being asked to separate her toes so that her feet would fit into the thin drug store flip flops. Her second toe curled under her big toe, her yellow nails were brittle and her soles were calloused. Needless to say Beth gagged even when recounting the story. Maybe St. Peter, who emphatically declared “You will never wash my feet,” had feet like my grandmother.
Whatever barriers we have placed to letting God into our lives, whatever reasons or moments we have declared: no Lord, you can’t come into that part of my heart is what He comes for tonight. He gently asks us to receive. He wants to wash our feet and feed our bodies and nourish our souls.
In the Garden of Gethsemane, he prayed and it seems like He is alone. But even the Lord of Hosts is “strengthened by an angel.” As we peer into Jesus’ prayer in the Garden, we see His agony. We see He desired not only that we may be spared from temptation but for His cup to pass Him by. What moments in your life have placed you in the Garden of Gethsemane? How did you respond? Maybe you’ve never faced an agony, maybe you have and your response was to split. Either way, tonight, Christ invites us to watch and pray.
“And being in agony, he prayed more earnestly.” It’s a heart dialogue. In the secret of the Garden, Christ reveals His heart to the Father: “Lord, not my will but yours be done.” In order to imitate Him, we must join Him.
Kathryn Grace
Farther along we’ll understand
Come to the Feast of Heaven and Earth
We are pilgrims on a journey, we are brothers on the road
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