He washed my feet...

Supper was special that night.
There was both a heaviness and a holiness hanging in the air.
We couldn't explain the mood.It was sacred, yet sorrowful.
Gathered around that table eating that solemn,
holy meal seemed to us the most important meal
we had ever sat down to eat.
 
We were dwelling in the heart of mystery.
Though dark the night,
Hope felt right -as if something evil was about to be conquered.
 
And then suddenly the One startled us all.
He got up from the table and put on a towel.
Can you imagine how we felt?
 
Tenderness encircled us       
as He bowed before us.He knelt and said,       
"I choose to wash your feet       
because I love you."
 
God in a towel, kneeling.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I was embarrassed until His eyes met mine.
I sensed my value then.He touched my feet.
He held them in His strong, brown hands.
He washed them.
I can still feel the water.
I can still feel the touch of His hands.
I can still see the look in His eyes.
 
Then He handed me the towel and said,
"As I have done, so you must do."
Learn to bow.
Learn to kneel.
 
Let your tenderness encircle everyone you meet.
Wash their feet 
not because you have to
but because you want to.
 
It seems I've stood two thousand years       
holding that towel in my hands.
"As I have done, so must you do,"       
keeps echoing in my heart.
 
"There are so many feet to wash,"       
I keep saying.
 
"No."
I hear God's voice
 
"There are only My feet.
What you do for them,       
you do for Me."
 
 
I'm working in a restaurant and I have to serve everyday.
Face all kinds of customers, meet all kinds of situations.
Yes, I wanna serve but not that.
If you know what I mean.
Not that I despise the job,but I think I can do much more than this.
That was all my pride.
The Servant King taught me to really humble myself.
He who is a King came down to wash our feet.
What's more a servant like me?