At the Feet of Jesus

Have you ever wondered where you fit it, what your place is? I have, and often I feel out of place. My greatest joy has been the revelation of the Lord of where He has placed me: In His presence at the feet of Jesus in worship and intercession.

For quite sometime now I have been praying that the Lord would show me my place – my position – before His presence. One day as I was praying, the Lord showed me where he has positioned me – at His feet, just as the woman who worshiped him, anointing the feet of Jesus with the costly perfume, her tears, rubbing them with her hair. It is in this place that she had the most intimate position of connecting with Jesus. Even though Jesus may not have turned around to speak to her or even to acknowledge to those present in the room that she was there – He went right on relating to His disciples and teaching those present – the woman laid at his feet, worshiping Him. Jesus may have paused in his teaching and not only acknowledged her, appreciating her kind gesture, but would have made himself available for her to fulfill her desire – to anoint his feet - by perhaps gesturing without words and even sticking his feet out even more pronounced towards her so that she would have full access to His lower limbs.

As I considered this act of worship I remember how I used to rub the feet of my Mother every evening after her long day of work with soothing creams and oils. Sometimes I would offer to rub her neck. Often when I did this she was preoccupied with other busyness and she often was too busy to acknowledge me outloud, with the exception of a nod of appreciation. It didn't matter. My expression was kindness, and a show of appreciation for all her hard work.

Many came to Jesus and fell at his feet. They did it for a variety of reasons: some to beg for healing for themselves or a family member, a woman came to ask Jesus to place her sons on the right and left in His kingdom – clearly so she would have a higher position in heaven too. But very few recorded came just to worship him at his feet and give him thanks in return for his merciful acts of forgiveness and healing – such as this woman who anointed Jesus feet.

I see that though Jesus be surrounded by a myriad in His kingdom, all pressing in to touch Him, vying for His attention, He knows each one personally, intimately. To me it seems like I am just one in a throng of unnamed strangers – unknown to Jesus. In fact, not only does he know each one by name, He planned and created each one for the specific purpose he assigned them. When he passes by (like the song says “Savior, Savior, do not pass me by”), he not only knows me, but gives me that intimate look known only between me and Him. It is not a scan over the crowd, but a long deep look into my eyes of my Lover who chose me to be His Bride for the purpose of intimacy throughout eternity. Let it be Lord.

So though I feel often that Jesus is passing by me surrounded by the throngs, He has given me the position of coming to His feet to worship Him. There, in this place, He will meet me.

As Jesus replied to Martha, speaking of Mary, “She has chosen that good part, and it will not be taken from her.”

Down at Your feet O Lord
Is the most high place
In your presence Lord
I seek your face
I seek You face

There is no higher calling
No greater honor
Than to bow, and worship at Your feet
I’m amazed by Your splendor
Amazed at Your glory
Oh Lord
I live to worship You
Oh Lord
I live to worship You

This song remembers that offering poured out to Jesus at His feet by the woman who loved Jesus so much...Alabaster Jar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ig6_qFr4tOo