I went one year of business college in Michigan. The environment was very clean and very nice. While there I fell in with the Freewill Baptist and became a Sunday School teacher. I enjoyed my stay and they gave me a bible and a going away party for my time spent there.
Most the people there were from Kentucky and were countrified in their ways. On one occasion they announced that they were going to have a "foot warshin" one Sunday evening in the month. When the time came, like Peter, the flesh was really in rebellion over the matter and it yearned to scream, "You will never wash my feet." And I really hated the idea of going.
They had regular hymns, a short message by the preacher, communion, and then to the foot washing service. They put water filled basins in the front of the church with plenty of white towels. The flesh was still wanting to find the exit doors until I got into the service. You would basically take the foot out of the water, wipe it with the white towel, and pray for the individual as you did. You would do this to a few good brothers, and then put your own foot in the water and have your feet treated in like manner in return.
The people there really got emotional service and would weep like children during the service.
Jesus saith to him, He that is washed needeth not save to wash his feet, but is clean every whit: and ye are clean, but not all. - John 13:10
I must say I left that service with a totally clean spirit on the inside and will never forget the moment. That was the one and only foot washing I have ever been, one that I hated going in, and rejoiced going out.
Most the people there were from Kentucky and were countrified in their ways. On one occasion they announced that they were going to have a "foot warshin" one Sunday evening in the month. When the time came, like Peter, the flesh was really in rebellion over the matter and it yearned to scream, "You will never wash my feet." And I really hated the idea of going.
They had regular hymns, a short message by the preacher, communion, and then to the foot washing service. They put water filled basins in the front of the church with plenty of white towels. The flesh was still wanting to find the exit doors until I got into the service. You would basically take the foot out of the water, wipe it with the white towel, and pray for the individual as you did. You would do this to a few good brothers, and then put your own foot in the water and have your feet treated in like manner in return.
The people there really got emotional service and would weep like children during the service.
Jesus saith to him, He that is washed needeth not save to wash his feet, but is clean every whit: and ye are clean, but not all. - John 13:10
I must say I left that service with a totally clean spirit on the inside and will never forget the moment. That was the one and only foot washing I have ever been, one that I hated going in, and rejoiced going out.