The last supper

At a Maundy Thursday service last night we read the account of John.  As we heard the story I tried to think about theondset of the disciples on that evening.  They'd just walked alongside Jesus as He triumphantly entered the city and they were the exclusive members of His dinner invitation.

As they all say at the table waiting for dinner they would have also been expecting a servant to wash their feet.  None of them offered to do the washing for the others.  Then the King of Kings, the Lord God, the Word who was in the beginning picked up a towel and went from one dusty foot to another.  The precursor to laying His life down as payment for all the sins ever committed.  And what did He ask?  Just that the disciples put away their pride and do nothing but accept the gift.  Just like the gift He offered the next day on the  Cross!  Oh, Glorious Savior!

Romans 4:4 Now to the one who works, his wages are not counted as a gift but as his due. 5 And to the one who does not work but believes in[a] him who justifies the ungodly, his faith is counted as righteousness,