Little Wisdoms

When I pray on my knees, I often imagine myself at the feet of Jesus. I reflect on how the Immortal took on mortal flesh and lived among us, how the Creator became like His creation. I think about His feet, which touched the earth and walked through dust and dirt.

The feet that traveled miles to reach the poor, the enslaved, and the outcast. The feet that stood by the dead and brought them back to life. The feet that rode on a colt, proclaiming peace on earth. The feet that were nailed to a cross, bleeding in pain and agony. The feet that searched for Mary at the tomb and stood before her, alive and walking. The feet that waited by the fireplace as Peter and the other disciples came running, forgiven and loved. The feet that ascended into heaven, with the promise of one day returning the same way.

How blessed was Mary, who wet the feet of Jesus with her tears, wiped them with her hair, kissed them, and anointed them with ointment! I long to come face-to-face with Jesus and worship at His feet. Until that day, He calls me to be His hands and feet in this world.

My mother often quotes Isaiah 52:7 to speak of missionaries and how beautiful their feet are for bringing good news to the lost.

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.” (Isaiah 52:7)

I think of my parents’ feet, serving as medical missionaries in Guinea-Bissau. Their tired feet travel far in overcrowded vans to reach remote villages and share about Jesus. Their shoes are discolored, covered in red dirt during the dry seasons. And despite the soreness, rashes, ant bites, and swelling they themselves experience, my parents wash the feet of their patients before performing a surgery and pray for them. How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!

From the dusty roads of ancient Israel to the crowded vans in Guinea-Bissau, these feet have carried the message of hope and salvation. While I feel inadequate compared to the example set by my parents and Jesus Himself, there are small things I can do now to be the hands and feet of Jesus: Encouraging fellow believers in their perseverance of faith, making God’s Word more approachable and applicable to them, and lifting them up in continual prayer.

In a world that often overlooks the humble and the weary, may we all strive to be the hands and feet of Jesus, bringing His light to those around us. This is where I will begin, and I invite you to join me on this journey of faith and service.

P.S. Below is a photo of my parents in front of the hospital where they serve in Guinea-Bissau.