Washing of the feet

I think one of the most humbling experiences I've ever had was getting my feet washed in Mass on Holy Thursday.

It's really easy sometimes to try to think of things we should be doing.

We want to help people. We want to help ourselves. We want to do all of these good deeds to make up for our sins. We want to do penance. We want to do stuff in general. And way too often, we want to earn heaven. We want to be able to stride up to the pearly gates and say, "Look at me, Jesus. Aren't you proud of me?"

But what we have to remember is that we are completely helpless on our own. And we can't cleanse our own souls. We can't get ourselves to heaven. We can't really save ourselves or anyone else.

And so we have to let Jesus wash us. We have to come to him and collapse in front of him, completely worn out and filthy from our journey. And we have to allow Him to cleanse us and to heal us.

It's mortifying, to have all of your sin and filth sitting in front of Jesus, and to have him scrub it off of you. But He already knows it's there, and you can't hide it from Him, so you might as well go to Him and let Him wash your feet. Once your feet are clean, you can tread the same ground as Him and carry your cross to Calvary with Him.

I'm praying for you!

:)