Sharing Sunday: Easter, discipleship and dusty feet (all toe-jammed together)

Sharing Sunday is a bit late this week.  But, surely Sundays should be shared all days.

Caleb didn’t sketch during the service. But waited until arriving home to draw the sermon.

And my pen remained untouched.

Neither of us spoke of our intent to pause.  To reflect.  To absorb.

We just did.

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The moment of sacred fell softly on our tender hearts.

We ate of the bread and drank from the cup.

A week before a celebration.  An anticipated resurrection rejoicing.  Remembering an empty tomb.

But before the life came the death.

And there we find a tragedy truly untouchable.

Sometimes silent reflection is the only response.

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Eating of the broken bread.

Remembering.

Drinking of the sweet juice.

Remembering.

Christ says to eat His flesh and drink His blood.  A growling in the deep of the hungering stomach.

Yearning for something to satisfy.  For Someone to fill the void and quench the thirst.

Remembering.

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His delivering the captives from bondage.  Once being chained to sin and death.  Now set free.  Walking out of Egypt with the spoils.

Liberty greeting the sojourner.

But only after an unblemished and innocent lamb was slain.

And the protection of the lamb’s blood stained the wood.

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Remembering.

A command to love.  To follow His example.  A washing of feet from the Master and Teacher.

Sandy soles being cleansed.  Wearied souls refreshed.

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He speaks to our wandering hearts and amateur ambitions.

For I have given you this as an example, so that you should do in your turn what I have done to you.   (John 13: 15)

And we listen.  But often we don’t heed.

Somewhere between the head and the heart His instructions detour.

Yet we seek peace.  And joy.

He reminds us.

If you know these things, blessed and happy and to be envied are you if you practice them. (John 13:17)

If you know these things Jesus has done and has instructed.  Check.

And desire blessings and happiness and to be envied.  Check.

Then, practice them.   Pause.

A pattern has been set.  A manner of living to be practiced.

The training of a disciple.

A sharpening and cultivating for the courageous.

The bold and daring.  The fearless.  The valiant.

Undaunted by dusty feet, foul odors or jam between toes.

Regardless of the color or language spoken.  Unmoved by prejudices.

With water in a bowl and a towel at the waist, the disciple is practicing the example set by the Master who served.

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About Cristal

Living life fully as the wife of one, a mother of two and follower of The One.
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10 Responses to Sharing Sunday: Easter, discipleship and dusty feet (all toe-jammed together)

  1. Liz Mason says:

    Beautiful post! I love the way you described internal conflict… “Somewhere between the head and the heart His instructions detour.” Thank you for sharing.

  2. Desiray says:

    Love this post and how you shared about His death, burial and resurrection…AMEN

  3. He says, She says says:

    I love your title!!! 🙂

    Great reflections on the true meaning of this important season.

  4. Love this post. But I had to come back and re-read it tonight. I’ve really been struggling with a sacrifice I’m having to make right now, and the picture of Christ washing feet has been around every corner lately. So powerful. And truly, what I have to do barely qualifies as a drop in the bucket. Thanks for sharing this.

    • Cristal says:

      Oh, Brooke, I am sorry you are struggling. But, I am thankful you are looking to Christ and recognizing Him in what you are going through. I hope I can do the same in all struggles and thank you for setting a worthy example to follow.

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