How Beautiful the Feet...

After our adventures remudding houses we moved on to a tent revival with another Navajo pastor. This revival had been going on from Monday thru Saturday, but we were only there for Wednesday and Thursday nights. The revivals include a time of worship, testimonies (where anyone in the community can come and tell about what God has or is doing in their lives) after that, every revival would introduce us as a team and have us sing songs for them (were not a traveling singing group, but by Gods grace we do our best). After we sang and spoke, a pastor would speak to the congregation. The majority of the service is in Navajo, but I love hearing it and spend most of my time praying for the people and pretty much anything that I can see they need, and things that God just lays on my heart for them. On Thursday, the pastor asked us if he could speak some wisdom over us before we left. Of course we said yes! He had us sing again, and then spoke over us. He spoke about Acts 1:7-8 "He said to them, "It is not for you to know times or seasons that the Father has fixed by his authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth." I love when God uses the same verse that He showed me when I first signed up for this trip to encourage us and show us His heart for us as we are about to leave for Africa. After his sermon, he individually washed every one of our feet. I have never been so humbled. We came to the reservation to serve the people here and here's an elderly pastor that is on his knees washing my feet. He told us he was blessing us in the only way he knew how for everything we did for him and his church. Personally, I don't think it was a fair trade. I was blessed and humbled beyond belief. I continually am reminded of how unworthy I am to be on this trip and how great our God is. I felt that we needed to be washing this pastors feet and praying over him and just listening constantly to him for his wisdom, but instead I was being served in the same way Jesus served His disciples. I have never felt more prepared to go to Africa, to "go and preach good news." because of a beautiful 60 something year old pastor and his servants heart that listened to the still small voice of God that called him to wash our feet. I will never forget his eyes or his hands as he cleaned my feet. I'm forever grateful and so excited for what God is going to do in and thru us in Africa now that we're prepared.