Jesus touched the stinky, ugly parts of His disciples. Knowing He came from God. Knowing He was going to God. Knowing He could arch an eyebrow or clear His throat, and every angel in the universe would snap to attention. Knowing that all authority was His, He exchanged His robe for the servant’s wrap, lowered Himself to knee level, and began to rub away the grime, the grit, and the grunge their feet had collected on the journey.