She would bend over his feet to wash them every week, as she had learned from her master, the one who was teaching her how to forgive, the one who had once humbled himself as a man. The creator was washing the feet he had formed with his own hands. As she was contemplating her dad´s wrinkled feet, she had a flashback which struck her like lightning. It was a vision of Jesus washing his disciples´ feet.
Yes, she definitely wanted to follow the steps of the master even though her dad´s now trembling hands had been the ones which used to cause harm to others in the past. His mouth used to swear, and yes, it was hard to change hatred into love, but the master was working supernaturally in her heart, so that she could be shaped into his image. Dad was grateful for those helping hands, although he wouldn´t show it, so used to restraining his feelings of tenderness. But now, he was so sick and his daughter changed the curse into sacrifice and love. Difficult to understand… years of too much alcohol had blurred his memories, but deep down in his heart, he knew he had done wrong. That´s why at the end, lying in a hospital bed, he was able to acknowledge all his wrong doings and ask forgiveness, and to pronounce the name he had heard from her lips: JESUS, and bless him, finding peace before his last breath. She had never contemplated such a tender and peaceful gesture on dad´s face. Dad finally crossed the threshold of eternity, holding the master´s hand.
THANK YOU JESUS, FOR SAVING MY FATHER´S SOUL. I´LL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL TO YOU. I´M STILL TRYING TO FOLLOW YOUR FOOTSTEPS, CHANGING HATRED OR INDIFERENCE INTO MERCY AND REAL, ACTIVE AND PASSIONATE LOVE. I AM YOURS FOREVER, MY BELOVED JESUS. KEEP ON SHAPING ME TO BE MORE LIKE YOU. I LOVE YOU LORD!
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