While we nothing heeded

The Last Supper

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.
For our atonement, while we nothing heeded,
God interceded.

These lines stood out to me during the Maundy Thursday service this evening. He offered us a gift, and we were too blind to see it.

We listened to the story of Jesus washing the disciples’ feet. What was it like, I wondered, for Him to kneel down in humility before Judas, wipe away the filth between his toes, offer love to the one who was about to get Him killed?

We moved into the foot-washing portion of the service. I tried to imagine washing the feet of a friend who has hurt me, whom I’ve been struggling to forgive. I poured a lot of myself into our friendship. She took what I gave and sometimes demanded more. She made faint efforts, or none at all, to give in return.

I poured water over a woman’s feet and imagined my friend in her place. I saw my friend look away, ignoring my hands in contact with her grime, scorning my gentle touch, disregarding her new-found cleanness.

How often, I heard Him say, have you done this to Me?

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