35 My Monologues with the Foot-Washing Lord and Master (Jn13)

35 My Monologues with the Foot-Washing Lord and Master (Jn 13)  


Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' , 
That was your last evening! 
An evening with a heart so heavy, 
An evening with a mind so steady, 
An evening of precisely planned events, 
An evening of emotion filled moments, 
An evening made of eternal memories! 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' , 
That was an evening of your self-giving!
An evening of yearning to offer yourself, 
An evening of sharing your body and blood,
As food and drink for us to have Life eternal
An evening of Breaking the Bread of Life
An evening of blessing the Cup of Covenant

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master', 
That was an evening of soulfully sad events,
That was evening of your Last Supper, 
Of Everlasting Legacy of Eucharistic Love, 
That was an evening of eating the Bread, 
An evening of drinking off the Cup.   
Thus an evening of the New Covenant. 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master', 
That was an evening of Forgiveness of sins 
starting from Peter to this prodigal priest. 
Though I have supped with you several times, I have sinned against you many more times and you have forgiven me
Seven times, seventy times seven times! 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' , 
You have been immensely patient with me, 
Patient with the cocky confident Peter in me
Patient with the cheeky shrewd Judas in me
Patient with the poky proud Pharisee in me
Patient with the greedy smart Zebedees in me, you have been very patient with me. 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master', 
Whenever I failed like your disciples, 
You have been immensely patient with me, 
You kept on forgiving me over and again. 
Thank you, my Lord and Master, thank you!
Whenever I supped with you while in sinful state, you did not make it my last supper! 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master', 
You have not only been patient with me, 
You have washed my feet over and over, 
Despite knowing that I have been acting 
the roles of the Pharisee, the Peter, the Judas,the Zebedees, the merciless Servant, 
You have kept on and on washing my feet! 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' 
You had  been repeatedly washing my feet
Hoping, someday, I would turn my life around and begin to wash other's feet. 
You keep on reminding me to follow the rarest of the rare example you have set 
by washing the feet your feeble disciples! 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' 
You know it by now, don't you? 
that it's just against my grains as a priest 
to wash another's feet, especially those of someone below me in age, in academics. 
that it's just against my grains as a pastor to wash the feet of the flocks entrusted. 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' 
You know it by now, don't you? 
that it's just against my grains as a teacher
to wash the feet the pupils I teach.
It makes it worse when a vast majority of
whom I am supposed to serve are 
more than willing to dance to my tune! 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master', 
It's much easier and more natural for me
to get served rather than to serve. 
to get my feet washed than to wash others. 
That's is often the way with me, right? 
But you have deliberately and decisively 
a kind of 'counter witnessed' it, Didn't you? 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' , 
It's a constant struggle and real difficult 
to resist my almost innate instinct 
to look for and even to demand to be served and to be attended to my needs 
and fancies than to attend to others. 
You know me inside out, don't you, Lord? 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master', 
I have yet to be humble  and learn:

to wash the feet of a Peter in my life, 
to wash the feet of  Martha in my life, 
to wash the feet of a Judas in my life, 
to wash the feet of a Mary in my life, 
to wash the feet of a Zebedee in my life, 
to wash the feet of a Martha in my life, 
to wash feet of of a Thomas in my life, 
to wash the feet of a Mary in my life, 
to wash the feet of a Zealot in my life, 
to wash the feet of Sam. Woman in my life, 
to wash the feet of Zacchaeus in my life, 
to wash the feet of my parents and siblings, 
to wash the feet of my Confreres, 
to wash the feet of my fellow priests. 

Dear Foot-Washing 'Lord and Master' 
I want to wash the feet of all who helped me, of all who harmed me, of all who lead me astray , of all whom I have lead astray. 
Help us to wash one another's feet! 

Oh,  My Lord and My God! 
Thanks You, for eternity for keep washing my feet over and over,  all through my life! 
Oh, My Lord and My God, I want to spend some time in silence, in your presence! 
Thanking You, 
My Lord and My God! 
Amen
JoAchen 
Saturday, 28th March, 2015
joachenmonologues@gmail.com 


Facebook:
My Monologues 
Joe Monologues 
Blog :
www.my-monologoues.blogspot.in 

PS
Dear Reader, 
These Reflections are neither pure scientific exegesis nor are they any highly theological explanations. They are my devotional meditations mainly meant for my personal renewal and spiritual growth. They are a part of my, 'Prodigal Priest's' journaling on my Pilgrimage to the Home of our Heavenly Father. You are welcome to share them. 
Dear Reader, I keep holding you in my prayers and I request you to include me in yours. 

I plan on uploading a Reflection each on 7th, 14th, 21st, and on the 28th of every month. If you do not want get these Reflections via email, please send a note and your email id will be deleted from the mailing list.
Thank you! 
My  Lord and My God!


Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.