In a week of triumphant festivities where deliverance and eternal life is promised - it is hard to gather any victory shout without first reviewing and revisiting our broken cries.
Our pride, our hatred, our biases, and even our sins had put to death the Son of the living God. We pierced him, hurt him, beat him, and mocked the King of kings. He came dressed in humility, and not in human beauty to save a people whose hearts were callused and drunk with bitterness.
It took a loving God, to defeat evil. It took a human lamb to give His life to forgive all sins. It took God’s best to defeat man’s worst. It took a prince full of peace to combat the armies of war.
It took a forgiving God, to offer us mercy. Where is your sackcloth?
John 13:1-5
1 It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.
2 The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. 3 Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power and that he had come from God and was returning to God; 4 so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5 After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
