Sadao Watanabe, "Jesus washes Peter's feet", 1973

If you know me in real life, you know that I am among the first people to break out the flip-flops in the spring, and among the last people to retire them in the fall/winter. And if you know me in real life, you also know that I'm pretty low-maintenance about my feet. At some point in the season, I usually break down and paint my toenails once, and maybe touch up my polish once or twice, when it's really bad and chipped, but I'm not one of those people who changes colors on a whim throughout the summer or who matches their polish to their outfit. I don't own any special foot lotions or scrubs or spa socks or soothing soaks or foot whirlpool tubs. It's just not my thing.
I have had exactly one pedicure in my life. A friend invited me along, and I looked forward to the time together, even if I wasn't sure about the whole foot-touching thing. Let me tell you, getting ready for your first pedicure makes you irrationally self-conscious about your feet. You start thinking, "Now that I look at them...my feet are kind of rough. My toes are weird and my toenails are funny-shaped. Hey, I never noticed that bump there. And...hey!...doesn't it look like one of them is bigger than the other?" I think that I went into the pedicure just sure that the person working on my feet would judge them. I might have even cleaned and scrubbed and lotioned my feet, and trimmed up my toenails that morning before I went, just to make a good impression...
Of course, no one cared about the state of my feet, and of course, no one judged me for what my feet were or weren't. And it turns out that I loved the pedicure. The warm footbath relaxed me from the toes up, and the soaks and scrubs left my feet as smooth and soft as they've ever been. I picked a polish color that I loved, and left the pedicure feeling clean, happy, and energized.
I know that in Jesus' time, foot-washing was a common practice; after walking dusty roads in sandals all day, you would wash your feet, which were dirty, no matter how clean the rest of your body was. And so I know that the meaning of Jesus washing his disciples' feet was more about him taking the role of a servant, and less about him dealing with feet.
But I think there's something to be said about Jesus dealing with our feet. Our feet are what take us places. Our feet get rough and dirty and tired. And, for most of us, we feel squirmy and uncomfortable with other people touching our feet. We feel self-conscious about them. So what does it say to us that Jesus serves us from the feet up? What does it tell us that Jesus comes to us at our most insecure, most uncomfortable point? And at that point, he does not judge or condemn. He does not laugh or poke fun. He does not scrunch up his face when our feet are dirty or smelly or rough. He simply serves. Jesus comes to serve us at the points where we most feel unworthy to receive him. And he takes the insecure and uncomfortable parts of us and cleans them, cleanses them, makes them signs of reconciliation.
And his command to his disciples, and to us, is to love one another as he has loved us. What would our lives look like if we cared for other people at their most ticklish, most smelly, most insecure points? Because loving our neighbor according to the model of Christ means that we don't just love the clean, shiny, squeaky-clean parts of people. It means that we aren't afraid to show love even to the dusty parts. It means that we care for others when they are difficult or mean or broken or badly behaved; it means that we care for others, despite their sinfulness, because Jesus cared for - died for - us, not just despite our sinfulness, but for the sake of it.
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