Will You Rub My Feet?

 

Feet

Recently, I was visiting one of my favorite patients. He is literally in his last days. The least I can do is provide him some spiritual comfort. This man always tells me he loves me and never grows tired of me singing his favorite hymns. I mean never grows tired. I usually just have to let him know that I can’t stay with him all day.
As I got ready to leave his bedside, I made the mistake of asking him a question. I said, “Sir, is there anything I can do for you today?” He said, “Yes, will you rub my feet they hurt so bad?” For a moment, I did consider saying let me go get your nurse. Then, God grabbed my heart and assured me this mission was for me.
I admit to wondering just what this would like look to anyone who might suddenly enter the room. After all, I was just the chaplain and for some reason I was rubbing another man’s feet. But, God really spoke deeply to my heart during this experience.
Rubbing his feet for the next twenty minutes many things went through my mind. I was reminded we should never think we are above doing something. That we really should love our neighbor as ourselves. After all, what if that were me lying helpless in that bed. Yes, God was humbling me and showing me what it really means to be His servant.
As I looked up this man was smiling ear to ear. After a while he was just so relaxed and grateful. I could see God using something so simple to connect our hearts even deeper. That man knew I didn’t have to rub his feet. But, it meant the world to him that I was willing to bring him such comfort.
When I finished, he grabbed my hand and reminded me he loved me. I reminded him that God loved him and sent me there to express that love to him. And, in this case to show that love to him. You see, sometimes actions do speak louder than words.

(Matthew 25:45)(NLT) Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me.”

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