The Laver in the Life of Jesus – Part 2
“He poured
water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples’ feet and wipe them with
the towel with which he was girded.” John 13:5
The highest love is
always quickest to detect the failures and inconsistencies of the beloved. Just
because of its intensity, it can be content with nothing less than the best,
because the best means the most blessed and it desires that the object of its
thought should be most blessed forever. It is a mistake to think that green-eyed
jealousy is quickest to detect the spots on the sun, the freckles on the face,
and the jarring discords in the music of life: love is quicker, more microscopic,
more exacting that the ideal should be
achieved. Envy is content to indicate the fault, and leave it; but love
detects, and waits and holds its peace until the fitting opportunity arrives,
and then sets itself to remove, with its own gentle and tender ministry, the
defect that had spoiled the completeness and beauty of Its
object.
Perhaps
there had never been a moment In the human consciousness of our Lord, when,
side by side with this Intense love for His own, there had been so vivid a
sense of oneness with His Father, of His unity with the source of Infinite
Purity and Blessedness. We might have supposed that this would have alienated
Him from His poor friends, but our thoughts are not as His. Just because of His
awesome holiness, He was quick to perceive the unholiness of His friends, and
essayed to rid them of it, just because of His divine goodness. He could detect
the possibilities of goodness in them, and be patient enough to give them
culturing care and this He did as He stooped to wash the disciples’ feet.
The
greatest musician may be most tortured by incompetence; but he will be most
likely to detect true merit, and give time to its training. “The most powerful magnet will pick out, in
the powdered dust of the Ironstone, fine particles of
metal that a second or third-rate magnet would fail to draw to itself.” Do
not dread the awesome holiness of Jesus: It is your hope. He will never be content until He has made you like Himself; and
side by side with His holiness, never
fall to remember His gentle, tender love.
“He rises from supper, and laid aside his
garments; and took a towel, and girded himself.” This is what the apostle
calls taking upon Himself the form of a servant. The charm of the scene is its
absolute simplicity. You cannot imagine Christ aiming at effect. There was no
thought of the beauty or humility of the act, as there is when the Pope yearly
washes the feet of twelve beggars from a golden basin and wiping them with a towel
of rarest fabric! Christ did not act for show or pretense, but with an absolute
singleness of purpose in fulfilling a needed office. In this, He set forth the
spirit of our redemption. Christ needed to provide an antidote in His absolute
humility — a humility that could not grow beneath these skies, but must be
brought from the world where the lowliest are esteemed the greatest, and the
most childlike reign as kings.
This
is the key to every act of daily cleansing. We have been washed—once, definitely and irrevocably,
we have been bathed in the crimson tide that flows from
This
is the key to our ministry to each other. I have often thought that we do not often enough wash
one another’s feet. We are conscious of the imperfections that mar the
characters of those around us. We are content to note, criticize, and learn
them, yet we dare not attempt to remove them. This failure arises partly
because we do not love with a love like Christ’s—a love that will brave
resentment, annoyance, rebuke in its quest— and partly because we are not
willing to stoop low enough.
None can
remove the mote of another, so long as the beam is left in his own eye, and the
sin unjudged in his own life. None can cleanse the stain, who is not willing to take the form
of a servant,
and go down with bare knees on the floor. None
is able to restore those who are overtaken in a fault, who does not count
himself the chief of sinners and the least of saints.
We need more
of this lowly, loving spirit: not so sensitive to wrong and evil as they affect
us, as anxious for the stain left on the offender. It is of comparatively small
consequence how much we suffer; it is of much importance that none of Christ’s
disciples should be allowed to go on for a moment longer with unconfessed and unjudged wrongs clouding their peace, and
hindering the testimony that might be given. Let us therefore watch for each
other’s souls; let us consider one another to provoke to love and good works;
let us in all sincerity do as Christ has done, washing each other’s feet in
all humility and tender love. But this spirit is impossible save through
fellowship with the Lamb of God, and the reception of His holy, humble nature into
the inmost heart, by the Holy Spirit.
F. B. Meyers
“That man is
truly great who has the regal humility, which makes him both servant and king
among men. In the book, The Beloved Captain, there is a passage,
which describes how the beloved captain cared for his men after a march. “We all
knew instinctively that he was our superior ~ a man of finer fiber than
ourselves. I suppose that was why he
could be so humble without loss of dignity.
No trouble of ours was too small for him to attend to. When we started marches, for instance, and
our feet were blistered and sore, as they often were at first, you would have
thought that they were his own feet from the trouble he took. After the march, there was always an
inspection of feet. That is the
routine. But with him, it was no mere
routine. He came into our room, and, if
anyone had a sore foot, he would kneel down on the floor and look at it as
carefully as if he had been a doctor.
Then he would prescribe a remedy that was ready at hand, being borne by
a sergeant. If a blister had to be
lanced, he would very likely lance it himself there and then to make sure it
was done with a clean needle and that no dirt was allowed to get in. There was no affectation about this, no
striving after effect. It was simply
that he felt that our feet were pretty important, and he knew that we were
pretty careless. So he thought it best
to see to the matter himself.
Nevertheless, there was in our eyes something almost religious about
this care for our feet. It seemed to
have a touch of Christ about it, and we loved and honored him the more.” The strange thing is that it is the man who
stoops like that ~ like Christ ~ whom men in the end honor as a king, and the
memory of whom they will not willingly let die.
William Barclay