Hands and Feet

Jesus lives in my house. I see him every morning as I go through my morning routine of waking up half past nine, drinking coffee, catching up on World Cup news. When I get home, he is there. When I sit down to eat dinner and watch wheel of Fourtune, He is there, often times eating with me. Sometimes he even helps with laundry, cleaning, and even jumps into converstaions with me. I see Jesus every day at my house. My dad sees Jesus every day too. Every morning after my dad's shower, Jesus touches his body and packs his wounds. As he is packing his wounds, he prays and sings over his soul giving comfront and peace. Jesus lives at 3101 Dunes Pl and services us daily.

If you want to see Jesus just look at my step mom, everyday Jesus uses her hands, voice, and soul to serve my Dad. With every meal cooked, prayer prayed, and wound packed she becomes more like Jesus.

John 13
2The evening meal was being served, and the devil had already prompted Judas Iscariot, son of Simon, to betray Jesus. 3Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; 4so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.

He took his clothes off (totally exposing himself, which for a Jewish man was total humilation) pulled his water and washed their feet. For the son of man did not come to be served, but to served.

Today, I know Jesus in more real way.