You know what? I’ve noticed this in my travels. You usually find, great men are little men. I go around where there’s great men, really great men, and I know they’re great men. But when I start to leave them, they make you think you’re the great man; they ain’t nothing. But you take a little two-by-four, don’t know nothing; he thinks he’s all of it. He ain’t nothing to begin with. It’s great men are little men. They never brag or take honor. They make you feel that you’re great. That’s great men.
And here, the greatest of men, the greatest of all men, God manifested in flesh, become a foot wash flunky, with humility. The King of all eternity, all glory, the Creator of heavens and earth, washed the dung off of men’s feet.