I’ve heard the real me is who I am “in the dark,” who and what I become when I think no one sees.
This morning the opening line of a poem came to me*,one that impacted my thinking way back in the day, probably almost 30 years ago now. You gotta love Google. I typed in what I remembered and there it was. It’s about serving. It’s about the exuberance of our faith being translated into true love, Jesus-love. It’s about letting the enthusiastic God-talk line up with the daily walk. It is about serving like Jesus did. It is who I wanna be when I grow up, even when, especially when, no one else sees…
You know, Lord, how I serve You
With great emotional fervor
In the limelight.
You know how eagerly I speak for You
At women’s groups.
You know how I effervesce when I
Promote a fellowship group.
You know my genuine enthusiasm
With my Bible study group.
But how would I react, I wonder
If You pointed to a basin of water
And asked me to wash the calloused feet
Of a bent and wrinkled old woman
Day after day
Month after month
In a room where nobody saw
And nobody knew.
It’s time to live the life…Jeanie
*The remembrance of this piece may have been triggered by Confluence’s block party this past Saturday in the City. Some very busy HF leadership team gave their entire day to doing pedicures for people who could never afford it. They truly washed feet all day long.