Washing feet

 Today I was walking to the Mexican Restaurant when I saw trash on the side of the road and because I read about Carlo Acutis picking up rubbish I got intonthe habit of doing the same.

So Im grabbing bags and papers and wraps off the ground. Cups and lids. When one of the bags decided to poor all over one of my feet. I was hurt because it was filthy and I felt it would ruin my early dinner. Then I spilt the rest of the dirty water onto my other feet. 

Lately, since my hobby of being a master scientist fell flat, or else.... I have spent most of my time in contemplation. It isnt entirely because my mind has grown accustomed to problem solving. A lot of it is genuine love for God and his savior. But it has me sometimes in a bit too deep, interested in things beyond my understanding.  One of those being the feet washing, which had me looking at some of the possible meanings for this.

Of course it is common knowledge that it was a humbling of spirit for Jesus, although he stated plainly they must have their feet washed and must wash others feet. I have never been a part of feet washing. I have massaged feet. What I missed before was his explaining that the body is clean but the feet needed cleansing. 

The Mary of Bethany story was of added interest not only because she washed his feet, but because she cried and knew of his death in a way the others were not able to fully comprehend. Her anointing him was awesome in a way we cannot understand. Except that the use of her hair and his feet washing were so unusual and outside our present behaviors as to have them be far removed from our being able to put them into place. 

I have been wondering about this a while. Last night I wondered about the apostles and why they seemed incredulous. And pouring dirty water on my feet brought it back up.