I went to get a pedicure with my wife Mina a couple weeks ago.  It was highly uncomfortable.  Not only because I was the only man in there and women were secretly laughing at me (I’m used to that – I get my hair cut at hair salons, have bought clothing at Forever 21, and in general, have experienced girls laughing at me, Mina included, as a daily experience) but because it feels weird to have someone touch your feet like that.  I’ve never had anyone handle my feet this way before.  The closest I have come to experience someone massaging my feet is when I try to rub my calloused toe on Mina and she punches my foot.  It’s quite soothing.
So, I had to distract myself.  I tried watching whatever was playing on TV, but it was “The Notebook”, which is probably one of the worst chick flicks ever made.  And I’m not biased against chick flicks – you are talking to the guy whose very first DVD purchase was “You’ve Got Mail” starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan (Side note: you know you’re old if you hear the movie title and automatically hear the sound of dial-up.  Also, if you know what dial-up is.)  But the movie just does not do the book any justice!  (Hmmm… maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that I read the book.)  In any case, I had to resort to playing a game on my phone just so I could focus on something other than the woman handling my feet and making fun of me to her co-worker while Mina took pictures of my discomfort because my wife’s favorite pastime is laughing at my pain.
Afterwards, I thought about how we as Christians believe the washing of feet is such an intimate act.  Partially because it’s so utterly humbling – feet are disgusting things – but mostly because our Lord did this very act – he knelt down before his disciples and washed their feet: disgusting, calloused, smelly, hairy, and all.  Even the feet of Judas were wiped clean.
And I wonder how the disciples reacted.  We know that good old Peter first tried to refuse it, then asked Jesus to basically give him a backrub at a Korean spa.  But I wonder if the others responded the same.  Were they as uncomfortable as I was at the nail salon?  Were they ticklish?  Did they refuse eye contact?  Did they feel guilt or shame knowing how dirty their feet were?
The truth is, Jesus washes our feet every day.  Because every day, he forgives us our sins.  He takes the filth and grime around our hearts, our hearts that are so not used to being touched and warmed and massaged, and wipes them clean with his own blood and tears.  When I stop to think about it, that makes me just as uncomfortable as any pedicure.  But we don’t often stop and think about it, do we, church?
I have a friend who has gone to missions in India to work with the Devadasi, a group of women in Hindu culture who are trapped in their station in life as temple prostitutes.  In a society with no social mobility, girls born into the lowest caste of poverty and insignificance are dedicated to a Hindu goddess and serve the rest of their life in sex work to provide a means for their family.  At one of the conferences put together by a local missionary to encourage these women, my friend and his other short-term missionaries sat the women down and washed their feet, one by one.  At first the women protested – the caste they are in is literally called “the Untouchables.”  But soon, their protests gave way to tears as men and women from a faraway land touched their filthiest body parts with a tenderness and love that they had never experienced before.  And in that touch, many of them saw Jesus for the first time in their lives.
For women (and men) who get pedicures all the time, it’s easy to get over the discomfort of someone touching your feet.  For us, who are forgiven all the time and take grace for granted, it’s easy to forget that there was a cost to our forgiveness and mercy.  But there’s even grace for our forgetfulness.  And even better, we can share in that grace with others too.  Let’s go wash some feet, church.

From Pastor David’s Heart
June 28, 2015

Happy Father’s Day

Boy, it’s Father’s Day again it kind of crept up on the Summer.  It’s a nice idea to honor dads but as a holiday compared to Mother’s Day we are a distant second, an afterthought. Last month when the church Mission Support event was scheduled for this afternoon none of the 3 pastors (all fathers) even realized it was on Father’s Day. I think my wife pointed that out to me later, oops. So not even the Dads are paying attention to our own special day either.
I joke of course. But we fathers don’t necessarily need that kind of outward gesture of appreciation and affection. Unlike mothers we don’t automatically relate to or identify with the emotional bonds that exist, or ought to exist, with our children. It’s complicated. We’re not comfortable with the emotion of it. We were raised by a generation of fathers of a past traditional paternal role where all this touchy feely kind of close relationship was not expected.
So the modern role of the father has changed for the better but we struggle with it. Our own fathers were not that relational or affectionate and so we’ve had to find a path to our children’s lives on our own. It’s especially challenging for a father and son to be close. I love being a father to my 11 year old son Julian but I struggled early on with my own issues before he and I had a stronger relationship. I wasn’t close to my own father growing up. Oh sure I have fond childhood memories of doing lots of fun things with my father like on family vacation at the beach and going salmon fishing together.  But later on as I grew older it was more difficult to find common ground between us. And as a young adult I didn’t want to listen to my father or anyone else for advice and so my relationship with him became even more strained. So after high school and even college he and I were distant, even though I still loved him but we had no way of expressing it.
But there comes a time as we grow older that we start to know and appreciate our parents as adults and so the relationship evolves to a mutual friendship. Of course the Bible says for us to honor our parents and I think it’s a challenge for the guys especially to honor their fathers. But as time goes by we age and mature and all of those obstacles that held the relationship back before hopefully fall by the way side and what remains is the love and appreciation for one another.

Happy Father’s Day!

From Pastor Mark’s Heart
June 21, 2015