“It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them (Psalm 44:3).”
I’ve been thinking about my feet a lot these days, at least one of them. I broke my right ankle and it isn’t a pretty sight. Thankfully, it’s covered with bandages.
The American Podiatric Association calls the feet a “marvel of engineering”. It has 1/4 of the bones in the human body. They have a lot to do with our overall health. A massage therapist I know tells me this when I go for treatment, and he begins there when He works on me.
The Bible says that feet that bring the good news of the Lordship of Christ are beautiful (Isaiah 52:7; Romans 10:15). But, the apostle Paul rightly affirms that no one can hear this good news unless someone preaches it (Romans 10:14). So I have been thinking that my ugly foot is an appropriate symbol of my poor record in sharing my faith in Christ. My feet are not beautiful in that respect at all. I have an unhealthy witnessing life.
However, in the same affirmation Paul notes that for someone to preach, they have to be sent. This gives me hope because it takes the focus off of my natural abilities and their weakness and puts it on the almighty God.
God is spirit and does not have a body. But the Bible describes Him as having one so we can understand Him better. His arms and hands are strong and his face shines upon us with love and blessing. So He can powerfully help me to share my faith. He will also send me to those He wants me to share the good news with. I am just his vehicle. So it doesn’t matter that my feet aren’t beautiful because His are.