This morning my wife washed my feet.
(Full disclosure: she washed other parts of me too.)
But, while I was sitting in her old makeup chair, she washed my feet.
Cheerfully.
Tenderly.
Without complaint.
And I looked at her…
I saw the face of Christ.
Image bearer.
Serving and showing a love unconditional.
I saw the face of Christ.
That changes the way you see people.
At least it should.
It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen him this week.
One of our caretakers was a sweet, older lady, she has hard, obvious physical limitations of her own.
She also has a smile that lit up the room when she came in.
She’s been working at the hospital for thirteen years.
She changes out linens and towels, she takes vital signs, she made sure we were stocked with the ever important ice chips.
She has a huge heart to just serve.
Cheerfully.
Tenderly.
Without complaint.
One day we asked her to do something that she wasn’t equipped or trained to do.
She didn’t protest or refuse.
She was trying to serve.
That is what she does.
She tried…
She screwed up.
She ended spilling nasty bile on my arm and hand.
I was grossed out.
Honestly, I was pissed.
I expressed my disgust.
She was only serving.
Because that is what she does.
And then I took a minute…
I looked at her…
I saw the face of Christ.
Image bearer.
Serving and showing a love unconditional.
I saw the face of Christ.
That changes the way you see people.
At least it should.
God forgive me for not seeing you.
Forgive me for expressing disgust of the divine when he doesn’t show up the way that I expect.
carbonated joy 