Psalm 51: 7
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me.
It had to have been mortifying. The Master, with a towel wrapped around His waist like a slave, kneeling to wash His disciples’ dirty smelly feet covered with the dust of Jerusalem. Though Peter protested, he was rebuked to submit, to comprehend the symbolism of the act.
It was this reversal that carried Him to the cross, the ultimate cleansing coming not just from His hands, but from His wounds, from His suffering, from His blood.
So He continues to wash off our everyday grime and gently, tenderly wipes us clean, knowing, realizing we will only get soiled again.
What wondrous love is this?