Dusty Feet

Today I had a revelation on how dirty the Middle East is. My laptop is dusty as I type. Also, I ran/jogged/hobbled about 1.8 miles on the track and my feet and shoes were filthy. After this I put on flip flops and treked about 300 yards to the Cadillacs (oddly named shower trailers). Just going that 300 yards from our tents (oddly manufacured by Alaska Tent Co), my feet were once again very dirty. It makes me appreciated how dirty My Savior's feet would have been, and how humble it would be to wash another's feet after a long dusty, hot trek.