I’m always looking to find ways to dive deeper into the Easter story and really let the weight of the situation sink in, and ultimately, change me.
That’s why I was so excited to read Max Lucado’s account of when Jesus washed his disciples’ feet:
Hands that shaped the stars now wash away filth. Fingers that formed mountains now massage toes. And the One before whom all nations will one day kneel now kneels before His disciples. Hours before His own death, Jesus’ concern is singular. He wants His disciples to know how much He loves them.
Read more here, and find a dramatic reading of this below (feel free to share!):