In that service his, and our blood mingles. There is fear that comes with this kind of vulnerability. My heart understands Jesus, in the garden asking God to remove his cup of suffering, yet a friend of mine says that: "courage is fear that has said its prayers."
Continue to show us the way on this road of service Lord. It will be unpredictable and sprinkled with pot holes. The possibility of betrayal lies at every turn in the road, yet I place my trust in the one who calls me forward to stoop and wash the feet of those who walk the road of life with me.
And having knelt before your people Lord, I now stand before them as they come forward to adore your holy cross. And I see in their eyes the light of discipleship, the pains and crosses that they bear, yet also the hope of your love, a hope in a new tomorrow.
In our service, may our God heal our woundedness so that His light may shine just a little bit more – always just a little bit more.
Amen.
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