Jesus agrees, hoping for a moment to relax. Others from the crowd follow them. They arrive at the house. People file in, carelessly bumping Jesus as He stoops to unlatch His sandals at the door. He sighs as He slips them off His calloused feet.
Dust is mixed with animal dung from the filthy roads they shared with camels and donkeys.
He winces as He wipes His feet on the thatched rug inside the door. The rest of the disciples talk and laugh at the crowd s reactions to Jesus miracles that day as the Pharisee s servants rush to wait on them with drink and food. Normally, the lowest servant in the house comes around to wash the feet of his masters guests. Alone in a corner, Jesus slumps in a chair, takes a deep breath and closes His eyes. He can t seem to clear His mind.