A Simple Act of Profound Significance


Jesus Washing Peter’s Feet. Artist, Ford Madox Brown. 1821-1893.

When you know who you are–that’s when you can really serve.

“Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, rose from supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him.” John 13

Even in the company of his betrayer and even to his betrayer Jesus rendered the most humbling of services.

He washed their feet.

His identity wasn’t challenged by Judas’ scorn or His disciples’ pride. He had the power to stay true to His mission, to humble Himself among His closest friends all the while knowing that he would also bear the humiliation of the cross before the eyes of all Jerusalem.

Follow along with Teaching Pastor Wil Owens as he walks us through this most precious of suppers…Jesus’ last with His disciples. Pastor Wil unpacks the beautiful significance of Jesus’ actions on this singular night.

When the Dark Night Lifts–Reflections after a Post-Partum Depression


This Room

This room, this room, here in this room,

     so silent and serene

I sit with babe upon my knee

     and glance across the scene.

This sweet and humble living room

    where little children play

Could this have been the place of pain

     where passed so many days?

Where sleepless nights and painful days

     and fears had me beseiged–

Where tender youth met loss and fear

     and what it was to grieve,

Where alone I stood to battle,

     where loss grew more and more

And shame and uselessness and strain

      were all the arms I bore.

Oh yes, this was the place indeed

     where crawling on my knees

On sleepless nights when life grew long

     and lifted up my plea

“Have mercy, Lord, upon me,

      tend to me with all your care

You who never will forsake–

    please this heavy burden bear!”

And He was there each morning

     with new mercies all for me–

My manna from My Father

     never did I not receive.

My shepherd held me tenderly

     as from my life was shorn

All my dreams and loves, envy and pride,

     the blooms and all the thorns.

Yet with great possessions He led me out–

     a new way for to find

Where bondages of guilt and fear

     would less and less me bind.

And now I’ve crossed that angry sea

     and stand upon the shore

In a better land where now I rest from

     burdens that I bore.

Oh, this room if only now

     Your quiet walls could speak

Of the prayers and tears and blessings

     and the Shepherd’s tender reach

That found me here and not too small

     for His riches to enjoy

This room, this room, this tomb of pain

    And womb of all my joy.

Elizabeth Hiett– March 3rd, 2002