Taking Hold of His Feet

Suddenly, Jesus met them and said, "Greetings." The women came up to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him. Matthew 28:9 (New Century Version)

No other gospel book records this account. Women had been to the tomb of Jesus and heeding the words of an angel, were quickly heading to the disciples to let them know Jesus had risen from the dead. On the way, they are met by Jesus and their response has captured my attention. They take hold of His feet and worship Him. What they could do in a physical sense, I want to do metaphorically and it will necessitate several things.

Taking hold of Jesus’ feet takes place only as I humble myself and bow before Him. It entails closeness with nothing between Him and myself. To take hold requires empty hands whereby I am not holding on to other things including negative attitudes. It must be a priority. It is a place of submission, intimacy, openness, and reverence. Ultimately, it leads to worship, adoration, and praise.

I am broken this morning by the realization that it does not take much for me to release my hold on His feet and distance myself by my words, thoughts, actions, or motives. There are times my hands become soiled from sinful choices I have made, bruised with wounds I bring upon myself, tainted by the idols they have grasped, closed to the opportunities to reach out to others, and weakened by the continual harboring of trinkets and treasures. Yet, when I come to the place of reaching out to take hold of His feet once again, He does not recoil, back away, or despise. My confession and repentance is ALWAYS met with forgiveness and reconciliation. He will forever display the heart of the prodigal son’s father.

When I recently found myself at odds over some petty things, I asked the Lord how to make things right again. This morning He is letting me know the first step is to reach out and take hold of His feet. As I do that, worship will follow as well as further steps of obedience. His availability to me and acceptance of me have once again wooed me to Himself. At His feet I am not sensing shame, condemnation, or harshness. I am sensing His heart.

Father, You have shown me much about Yourself and myself this morning. Thank you for doing so in such a gentle yet profound way. Amen.