Dear Jesus, you put off the privilege of heaven for the grit of earth. You gave up the throne room, for the basin. You were the only one in the history of forever who was worthy to be served, but this is what you did instead: You put on an apron. You knelt. You washed feet. This, you said, is how you would could show “the full extent” of your love. You had more titles than a Nobel Prize winner, but always pointed to the Father. You wowed people with miracles, then told them to keep quiet. You fed thousands, then stole away for quiet moments alone, away from the limelight. Make me like you, Jesus. Make me a servant.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 02:52:36 +0000
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