Towel Time
My beloved student body, When we got to Taylor University as freshmen, we were blessed to experience a powerful feet-washing ceremony. Surrounded by thirty of our closest friends and the ambient hum of worship music, we were prayed over, serenaded by songs of joy, and tightly hugged with cheerful thanksgiving. At the end of the ceremony, teary-eyed upperclassmen knelt to wash our feet. I remember being a bit uncomfortable as I watched four beautiful upperclass girls bend down and gently take hold of my ankles. My feet were stained with dirt from running around the lake, and years of being an athlete left me with blisters and bruises around my toes. However, as they dipped my feet into the water and wrapped a towel around them to clean them, I was suddenly unaware of the flaws in my feet. Those flaws didn't matter to the servants who were willing to wash me, regardless of my messiness. It's the exact same story that happens in John 13 when Jesus kneels to wash his disciple...