My point is this – I am NOT obsessed by my or anyone else’s feet.
So, it was kind of weird several years ago when Holy Spirit had me praying for feet – the feet of those in third world countries; the feet of those imprisoned for their faith.
I didn’t question the Lord, I just prayed.
About eight weeks after I’d been praying for the feet of a mission team in Nepal an email comes across the screen from one of the team members saying how difficult the mission expedition was because of the all the rough terrain they had to cross with inappropriate shoes and how the team members would rub one another’s feet at night and apply salve to give them relief through the night.
Two months ago Sarah came to our church to share her story. Sarah is Chinese. Sarah spent seven years in a China prison. She went to jail in the dark of night after her underground church was raided – she fled the officers but got caught and she and her friend went straight to prison. They were interrogated all night long, and beaten unmercifully on … their feet. So much so, that when she looked down she had made a trail of her own blood as she was made to pace the floor over and over again, for nine straight hours.
On the night before Jesus was crucified He shared a meal with His best friends. After supper He got up from the table and put aside His cloak, He took a towel and wrapped it around Himself, then He poured water into a bowl and He began to wash the feet of His disciples and dry them with His towel. (from the Gospel of John chapter 14)
They matter to our Savior.
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of them that bring the Good News… (Isaiah 52.7)
“We purchased these shoes in Nepalgunj for Humla ministry but during the Gospel outreach in Humla has broken but our legs not broken by power of God. We had pain in our legs but we enjoy to share good news for Humla people.” (Sep 2012)