Last night, one of the readings at small group was from John 13, where John mentions “the disciple whom Jesus loved.” In The Voice, he is referred to as the one disciple in particular, “who was loved by Jesus…”
Of course, I have been pondering this after the fact. One of the teachers in our group said he was going to sign his name on one of the kid’s papers and follow it with, who is loved by Jesus.
Even a couple of months ago, I would have been hard pressed to take that statement to heart. It’s been difficult for me to wrap my brain around the fact that Jesus loves me. Truly, madly, deeply loves me.
I can’t yet wrap my brain around the significance of giving God the keys to the room I’ve withheld from him to protect myself for most of my life, but I do know, by doing so, I know I am loved by Jesus, and I feel loved by Jesus.
Tonight was our Maunday Thursday service. We observed both the Eucharist and everyone got their feet washed. Having talked about Jesus washing the disciples’ feet last night, I was more touched by this service than ever before. I love being a part of a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years. I am now a part of that tradition, woven into the fabric of Lent, of Passover.
As Lent draws to a close, I am grateful for so many things God has done in me, despite me. I have no regrets giving God the keys to that room. I am excited to see what will happen after Lent is over. God is always at work.
Tonight, I will sign off… knowing this to be true in my heart. I am Sassy, who is loved by Jesus.