One of my good friends always used to say, “You can come to Jesus with dirty feet, but you can’t stay that way.” And I wonder if that was not exactly what Jesus was trying to communicate to Simon Peter on this particular night. Come to me. O come, you dirty and messy and broken. Come to me, all of you who are screwed up and fouled up and lost. Come to me, all who are anxious and fearful and insecure. Come to me, all who are filled with guilt and doubt and shame. Come to me, you whose feet—and hearts and lives—are covered with filth, and I will make you new. For you cannot wash yourselves, I must wash you. I can make the foulest heart clean. I can turn your mess into maturity. I can make the most broken life whole. Just come to me. But if you come to me, you must realize that you cannot stay the way you are, because everything that I touch, I transform. It is just the nature of who I am. I make things back into what they were intended to be. So come to me, for unless I wash you, you can have no part with me. What do you say?
Wash me, Blessed Jesus, wash me clean; for I am in desperate need. Wash my dirty feet, that I might offer others the same.
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