Feet are gross.  They smell, are dirty, have worts, blisters and ingrown nails.  I don't like his feet, don't like her feet, don't like my feet, don't like your feet.  No, none of the feet we meet.

I remember in high school reading through James about feet carrying the gospel; the feet are called blessed and beautiful.  The dislike fo r my feet deepened into shame.  My feet have done nothing beautiful, never risked the danger of an alley to grab the hand of a weeping prostitue, never been soiled by the sewage of displacement camp streets, never enterred a raging party to rescue a friend. 

After graduating high school I devoted a semester to serving God and knowing him better.  I went to Mexico with AIM.  With in a week of being there, a team mate, Dustin, handed me a note.  There was a personal greeting at the top, followed by a short list of verses.  "I've never read some of these verses before," he told me.  "God just told me to write them."

"Isaiah 52:7."  I don't remember what his note said, or what the other verses were.  I openned my Bible to Isaiah 52:7, "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news,
who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, 'Your God reigns.'"

"God thinks I have beautiful feet!" The Lord saw my effort to bring good news and proclaim that he reigns.  "My God finds my feet beautiful!"  I traced my foot on the wall by my bed and wrote the verse above my print.  Dustin had no idea of my shame regarding my feet.  God told him to write down the reference to a verse he'd never read.  God spoke to Dustin.  God knows me.  The reality that God is alive and knows Kylie Strating overwhelmed me to tears and rejoicing.  This experience transformed my interactions with God.  I listen more in prayer.  I approach the throne of grace with confidence that he listens to me.  I write notes to people, practicing exhortation through the Spirit.

Small feet, big feet.  Slow feet, quick feet.  Of all the many feet we meet, beauty, he called mine, from his mercy seat.