what a humbling act

Joh 13:4 & 5

So he rose from the table, took off his outer garment, and tied a towel around his waist.
Then he poured some water into a washbasin and began to wash the disciples' feet and dry them with the towel around his waist.

Jesus humbled himself and served them like their servant. Though he was the Son of God, he did not claim his right. Rather he gave up his right and humbled himself to serve smelly and proud disciples

Yesterday at work a colleague called me to go see something out in the teagarden. There under a tree at a bench sat two ladies. Well actually one was sitting, the other was kneeling. The latter was busy washing the first’s feet. Afterward she poured some anointing oil on them and anointed it. I stood there watching in amazement. The lady who called me in the first place didn’t understand what they were doing. To me it was just a reminder. A reminder that we should be more like Jesus by serving. And a reminder that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my faith and I should practice it more freely.

The next chapter

So now i was baptized and i excepted Jesus into my life. Now what. I started attending the youth meetings o friday nights. Right through high school i was a active member of the youth group.

i really had a desire to join a service year after school and so with a lot me faith and prayer i got excepted into one. A service year is a year you give to Jesus. You go round with the group to schools and other congregations and we spread the word me God through dance music and drama.

it was the best year me my life. But unfortunately all good things has to come to an end. And i moved back home. I became a sunday school teacher. And that guess is the next chapter

where it all began

I grow up in a Christian home. As a child we attended the local Anglican Church. I loved the old building with its moss stained stone path, stained windows and hard wooden pews. But that is where it ended. I hated sitting still forever and the smell of incense the alter boys burnt. And after church, when we got home, we usually got a hiding for not sitting still, but next Sunday we would get up at 6 again, get dressed in the itchy grey dress with white knee high socks and sandals and go again. I don’t think I ever rebelled against going, its something you had to do. Like brushing your teeth at lest 4 times a week.

Then when I was about 12 my parents started going to another church. The Apostolic Faith Mission, all of a sudden everything changed. It’s like going from listening to classical music to listening to hard rock music. Out went the itchy grey dress and hard wooden pews and thankfully stinky incense. We could wear pants and clap hands and they even had a set of drums. While the pastor was preaching the people would shout stuff out like HALLALUJAH!! And GLORY!!! Wow! But something still remained; we still got in trouble for not sitting still and keeping quiet in church. How unfair I thought, the other people jump up and shout in church but I’m not allowed to whistle.

I thought I was going to heaven, I go to a Christian church and learn about Jesus and sit still and listen. I was wrong. Then one day my Sunday school teacher came to visit me at home, I think I was sick or it was my birthday, which I can’t remember. She asked me if I knew who Jesus was; I said yes, I learned about Him in school and at church. She asked if I’ve invited Him to live in my heart. What? He would never fit in there. But she explained that I must invite Him to be in control of my life, and she explained how He prayed for my sins by dying on the cross. So I asked Jesus into my life and I asked Him to forgive my sins and help me to do the right thing. A couple of months I got baptized and that is where it all began.