THE MINISTRY OF KINDNESS
To give a cup of water
In the name of Christ our Lord
Is a simple, selfless action,
But worthy of reward.
There is, plainly, not a person
Who, along life’s winding way
Cannot perform the ministry
Of kindness, day by day.
When we abide in the Lord
Enemy forces are ambushed and held at bay.
The tyrant Self is challenged, and must give way.
Trouble and sorrow may come, and trials abound,
But the feet of faith stand firm on holy ground
When we abide in the Lord.
Twelve men shuffled into the room
And, just as they had feared,
No servant with a basin of water
To wash their dusty feet, appeared.
They had come by invitation
To share in the Passover feast.
Each stubbornly sat with his dirty feet
Not wanting to appear to be least.
Then He rose, and quietly took a towel.
With a basin of water He knelt
And washed and dried His disciples’ feet.
I wonder how they felt.
ONE WOMAN’S FAITH
I crept through the crowd
With my secret wound
And I watched
As I followed along,
This beautiful being
With a heart of
For the aimless throng.