Washing Dirty Feet..!

The principal in charge of the school took me to a classroom, “Look at this student! She is the one you asked admission for last year! Just look at her hair!”
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked uncertainly.
“Look at the rest of the class,” whispered the principal, “See how neatly they have combed their hair, now look at this one!”
I looked sadly at the girl, who stood before me her eyes downcast, I knew the parents were poor as church mice, yet the father had begged me to talk last year to the school to admit his daughter, “If she gets educated, she will not go through the struggles we’ve been through!” he had said.
“Sister,” I said, “Wouldn’t it be useful to her, if she learnt from you how to do her hair? Isn’t that why you decided to work for charity? To serve the poor? Or have you become so used to the rich, that the poor are now forsaken?”
I walked out of the school in disgust and a picture came to my mind, I saw Christ washing the feet of his followers two thousand years ago. I knew this ceremony of washing feet is followed by religious people, but do they know that teaching a poor girl to comb her hair, is actually the same as the symbol of washing somebody’s feet?
I see it happening in every so called charitable field: Hospitals built painstakingly to cater to poor sections now look after those who can afford to go elsewhere! Schools and colleges started by religious orders have now become elitist in their outlook and look down at the poor.
I can imagine a scene where Christ bends down to wash feet and his disciples say, “One minute Lord don’t touch his feet!”
“Why what’s wrong with them?” asks the Master.
“They are dirty! We have selected twenty people, after examining their feet; we have soaped and scrubbed their legs, cut their toe nails, so you won’t get scraped by them, and have also perfumed them so they smell good! Now master, go ahead and wash those!”
I know the Lord will look at them sadly and whisper, “It’s for the dirty feet I came down!”
Yes, it’s for those dirty feet that those school, hospitals and many other NGOs are started. It’s dirty feet you and I have to wash. If you can’t wash dirty feet anymore, close up shop, but don’t be a hypocrite inside your fancy wash basins..!





4 thoughts on “Washing Dirty Feet..!”

  1. Time to remember what Rabindranath Tagore wrote in his collection Geetanjali.
    “THIS IS MY prayer to thee, my Lord-strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
    Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
    Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
    Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
    Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
    And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.”

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