Saw this picture on the wall as I left Church today and it stopped me in my tracks. Tears pricked, seduced again by His quiet teaching, His simple intensity to always go for the Truth alone.
The old man has finished protesting, and leans back, surrendering his foot, to watch this young whippersnapper quietly washing it. What is he up to now? he scowls. And as he watches, he is drawn into the quiet, still not convinced, but willing to try.
The creased robes, the towel wrapped round his waist, the sleeve rolled up to the shoulder, the muscular arm, the arch of His neck, the hand cradling the ankle, our Lord at the height of his physical beauty.
There is a firmness within the gentleness, a humility within the leadership. Only the truth will do.
Within the gesture, He teaches how to serve, with full attention.
And I look to all that I am asked to do, and how can I refuse You?
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