Take Off Your Sandals

"Take off your sandals, for you are standing on holy ground."

- Exodus 3:5

On the Thursday of mission trip, we go to Mexico to shop, and then we come back to the church and finish up all the projects we have left. We get exceptionally dirty. Mikel planned it like this. After dinner, she instructed the kids to our meeting place, and had them take off their shoes. She told the story of when Jesus washed the disciples' feet, and then had the adults wash the children's feet.

Jesus washed the disciples' feet and told them to wash each others' feet. (There was more to it than just this, but I'm skipping to the part that was so meaningful to me.) So, the adults washed the feet of the kids, but what happened afterwards was the meaningful part, that I think Jesus really meant when he sat down to the last supper.

As the teenagers' feet were washed, they in turn asked to wash our feet. Beautiful. Then, because it's teenagers, it JUST KEPT GETTING BETTER. The first girl to ask me to wash someone else's feet was my Sam-I-Am, whom I love more each time I see her. She walked across the room and washed the feet of a girl who was a good friend but was having some drama with this week. This sparked an onslaught of washing. Brothers washing sisters' feet. Boyfriends washing girlfriends' feet. Daughters washing fathers' feet. Enemies washing enemies' feet.

Holy ground.