I was watching a Mr. Rogers documentary the other day and I saw something that really hit me.
Back in a time when racism and segregation was much more present than it is now, he washed Officer Clemmons’ feet. Here’s the scene I’m referencing. I believe watching it will give you a better understanding about what I’m going to write about. For this to take place on a television program for kids, just wow- nobody was doing that.
Does this remind you of anyone?
For me it reminds me of a scene in the Bible when Jesus washed his disciples feet. Back then, washing feet was just a common thing much like when we take a shower today. What’s great about this story is that Jesus did it. Can you imagine that? The Almighty, Son of God, the All Knowing and Powerful washing your feet?! Just the thought of it makes me uncomfortable. I am not important enough Him to do this (though He would probably think otherwise.) I guess that’s the lesson He tried to teach.
I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet. So you also should wash one another’s feet. I have given you an example. You should do as I have done for you. – John 13:14-15
What a concept. So I write this with a question, when was the last time you washed someone’s feet?
Obviously washing someone’s feet in today’s world may not be the act. If someone asked to wash my feet I think I would just stare at them and walk away. Like my view on kneecaps, I think feet are just weird.
Here’s the question though, what are you willing to give someone?
For me, my biggest thing is time and attention. That’s my highest scoring love language and it goes into every relationship not just an intimate one. I attempt to give my time to those I love. I’m writing this for people to really look into themselves in this time of quiet and question their intentions and thoughts. Are you dropping off care packages to each other for a Facebook tag or are you really truly trying to be there for someone? I’ve also seen people doing “kind” things for each other just to make a jab at another person. I’m no kindness saint but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. Just an observation and thought…
Back to Mr. Rogers, I truly admire his soul. I’ve been asking myself why can’t I be like him? Why isn’t there more Mr. Rogers out there? I think that if there ever was a genuine public figure, it would definitely be Mr. Rogers. The way he truly cared for people beyond just kids is just a crazy concept to me. Maybe I’m jaded or closed off but I just can’t imagine being that loving and I envy him for it. Aren’t we all envious of people who can love?
I write this with no end in mind just hoping to plant a seed and leave a thought for both you and me. When was the last time you washed someone’s feet?
Thanks for reading.