After Judas had left, the disciples were resting from their heavy meal. 2 Jesus looked around at his disciples and thought, ‘Man, I really love these guys.’
3 He looked up at the clock; the hour of his death was fast approaching. 4 So, Jesus got up, stripped off his clothes, and poured water into a basin to wash his disciples’ feet. 5 If he was going to die, he was going to go out doing what he loved!
6 He approached Peter, who eyed him nervously and said, ‘Are you planning to wash my feet?’
7 Jesus replied, ‘Yup.’
8 Peter jumped to his feet and whined, ‘No, you’ll never wash my feet!’
‘Take off your socks!’
‘Never!’ cried Peter sprinting out the door.
9 ‘Bring back those pretty tootsies!’ yelled Jesus chasing after him, but Peter was too fast.
10 Jesus turned to his remaining disciples and said, ‘Now, as for the rest of you, unless you let me wash you, you’ll have no part in me or everlasting life!’
11 Reluctantly, the disciples removed their socks, closed their eyes, and waited for Jesus to lather up their feet.
12 After he’d finished, he put his clothes back on and sat down with a huge grin on his face. Then he told his disciples, ‘Do you understand what I did to you?’
His disciples all nodded anxiously.
13 ‘From this point on,’ he said, ‘you shall call me “Teacher”. Understand?’
‘Yes, Teacher,’ groaned his disciples.
14 ‘Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you’re going to wash one another’s feet. And I’m going to watch!’
15 The disciples sobbed as they picked up their bars of soap and washcloths.