The feet of Jesus

I sat at the feet of Jesus last night. I wept in awe of the love He shows me through two incredible friends.  I washed those feet in an attempt to respond to the overwhelming grace and mercy, forgiveness and encouragement I experience when I am in the presence of Steven and Ryan. I wanted to say thank you, to look them in the eye and express how much I cherish their friendship.  They turned it around on me and washed mine.  I was so humbled, so honored.  There really is nothing like experiencing Jesus through each other is there?  I am constantly amazed at the freedom and vulnerability we can live in when someone chooses to take on the role of being an extension of Jesus for us.  It’s disarming, it’s uncomfortable when a friend can look you in the eyes with the heart of Jesus showing through theirs. It’s also comforting and compelling. In that connection there is no room for masks, for walls, for pretense, there is only room for honesty, for reception of heavenly kindness and compassion.  It’s so incredibly supernatural and eternal that our bodies react with emotion, with chills and tears. We don’t know quite how to respond as we experience the Holy One in such a humble and authentic setting. As I sat there with those beautiful souls, I wept in gratitude for the gift of their friendship, the gift of their willingness to be Jesus, my high priest, to me.  I wept because I am so thankful that they will hear my confession and remind me of Jesus words to know that my faith has healed me, my sins are forgiven.  There is an abundance in those friendships that is impossible to explain.  It is because it flows from Jesus through my friends and to me.  I want to love that way, to express Jesus that way.  Thank you Steven and Ryan for being such an incredible example to me.  I strive to love and live the way you do!  Thank you for being Jesus to me!

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