Jesus servant

Jesus Christ…took upon himself the form of a servant…(Philippians 2:5-7)
When we think of Jesus being servant, most of us probably recall his washing the disciples feet. Imagine with me: An accident occurs, a great doctor is called to come help and he begins by washing the victims feet. There are others who could do that! That’s not what doctor’s do. Doctors do the big things—not wash feet! That’s how Peter felt. No, Lord, you don’t wash my feet.
We point fingers of blame at Peter for his impetuousness. I wish I could describe to you the feeling inside me when I read Luke 12:37, “It will be good for those servants whose master finds them watching when he comes. I tell you the truth, he will dress himself to serve, will have them recline at the table and will come and wait on them.” I feel just like Peter. I question, “If I am watching and ready for you, you will sit me at the table and wait on me? Oh, Lord, surely not!” Well I have not convinced myself that Jesus will ever be “serving” me. Just thinking about it makes me cry, “Oh, Lord, not so!” Then again I think of the prayers I regularly pray. How many of them are prayers for Jesus to serve me? “Jesus, get me out of this tight spot that I got myself into.” “Lord, I was really dumb when I made that decision. Open a way for me.” “Oh, Jesus, my words were unkind, please don’t let her take offense.” It’s beyond comprehension that he still does it!  Washes my dirty feet—cleans up after me.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. mandibelle16 says:

    I totally get what you are saying here. I think when Jesus came to earth, this was a reason the Pharisees etc could not see hi as Gods son. They thought he would be like an earthly King, yet here he was curing the blind and the lame, among the poor, not being served but serving humans. Pretty amazing actually. But you are right, he does this always when answering our prayers.

  2. Dawn Marie says:

    I love that is God who chooses us…even though we think it is we who choose Him. 😉And it is often “the least of them” chosen for the greatest works! Hugs!! And another beautiful message!

  3. Faye says:

    Truly it is the ‘least’ likely he chooses because then we SEE absolutely what happens is GOD. OUR SERVANT KING………what a beautiful thought and reminder. Thank you.

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