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“All In and All Out”


I was baptized yesterday.

Yes, I know: It seems quite strange, doesn’t it?  I am an old guy who was a pastor for 29 years.  I have been a follower of Christ (at least part-time) for many decades.  I have taught and still teach at a Christian university.  Why on earth would I be baptized?

Actually, this is my third baptism.  The first was when I was nine years old.  Did I understand everything about the Christian faith?  No.  But I did understand that I was a sinner, and Christ was the Savior.

I was also baptized when I was twenty-four.  I had been pastoring a church for a year-and-a-half, and realized—while preparing a sermon—that I might know a bit about the Bible, but I didn’t really know Christ.  I was baptized by my father-in-law in the baptistry of the church I was serving as pastor.

For a long time now, I have been having a desire to be baptized again, to renew my vows to Christ and to the Church.  Today I decided to quit desiring, and follow through.

No, I still do not understand everything about Christ.  Sometimes I wonder if I even understand much.

But this I do know: Without Jesus Christ in my life, I wouldn’t have one—a life that is.

Some people tend to coast when they get older.  I have decided to take the opposite approach.  I am too old now to coast.  Some people get cautious when they get older.  I have decided that I am too old not to take some risks.

I am not about retirement.  I am not about taking it easy.  I am about learning new stuff, loving more unlovable people (are there any, really?), sliding into second base head first.  I refuse to rust out.  I would rather flame out. I want to be all in for Christ and His Church, and I want to be all out for Christ and His Church.

“JUST MESSENGERS—BUT WHAT A MESSAGE (AND WHAT A SENDER!)”

My wife had me read out loud John 13 this morning.  (Her women’s Bible study group is working their way through John’s Gospel.)  She had me go back and reread vss. 12-17.

 

“12 After washing their feet, he put on his robe again and sat down and asked, “Do you understand what I was doing?

13 You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and you are right, because that’s what I am.

14 And since I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you ought to wash each other’s feet.

15 I have given you an example to follow. Do as I have done to you.

16 I tell you the truth, slaves are not greater than their master. Nor is the messenger more important than the one who sends the message.

17 Now that you know these things, God will bless you for doing them.” (New Living Translation)

 

My wife and I are older than we’ve ever been up to this point.  We often wonder about our significance these days.  Sometimes we take turns doing this.  At such times, the person who isn’t struggling can comfort the other one.  At other times, we are both in the same feelin’-like-we’re-washed-up funk at the same time.  At those times we are in real trouble.

What does this have to do with John 13?  A lot!

John 13:12-17 comes right after John 13:1-11.  Amazing how that works, isn’t it?  So, what was going on in John 13:1-11?

Jesus was busy knowing what was about to take place, but also knowing where he came from and where he was heading for.  So, what did he do with this knowledge?  He washed his disciples’ feet.

That doesn’t sound very dramatic, does it?  It isn’t.  It was a just a nasty task that needed to be done.

It was also a nastily necessary lesson for his disciples.  He wanted them to do the same kinds of things for others, beginning with their fellow disciples.

In the ancient world, it was the old, broken-down servants who were charged with washing guests’ feet before a meal.  I imagine that was because, even these servants could wash feet.  Perhaps these servants were already bent over.  Why not have them bend a little further, and wash some feet?  After all, you can at least scoot around and wash feet when you’re already close to the floor.

Being a used-to-be pastor is not easy.  It is easy to remember how honored you were when you were a pastor.  Resentment and self-pity are continual pitfalls.  (Of course, remembering how honored you were to be God’s messenger involves choosing to forget all the times you were anything but honored.)  My wife mentioned this lack of a sense of being honored, and said, “But the message, and the One who sent us with the message are the main thing, aren’t they?”

I just hate it when my sweetheart hits this close to the truth!

Anybody need their feet washed?

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