As mentioned in my life journey post, my parents grew up in a rubber estate in Malaysia. My paternal grandfather retired and stayed in the rubber estate till he passed away. Until then I remember going to visit my grandparents each school holiday and being involved in estate life. One of the practices we had was to wash our feet when we came home from playing in the dirt. When we were younger my grandmother would be the one washing our feet, if not my mother. I have fond memories of those days. There was another person of great standing who washed other people's feet. Jesus! John 13:3-5 Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that He had come from God and was going to God, rose from supper and laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded. My grandmother and mother loved me very much and demonstrated th...