Christ, Rejected
- Nov 9, 2017
- 1 min read

Wanted to blog today and found this unfinished draft from Sunday. Tbh, I didn't publish it because I struggled with the meaning of "Are Your Feet Beautiful?" - i didn't really "geddit".
Today, when I came home after a pretty long day of running around. My feet were aching, and I couldn't wait to plonk myself on my bed after showering (which I did).
Then it hit me- "Beautiful are the feet of those who bring the Gospel of peace"-
1. Those who used to "bring the Gospel" had pretty much sandy, dusty, dry, dirty feet, since they travelled long distances to bring the Gospel to a town/village.
2. Also, they preached a (frankly) unpopular message, which meant that they were rejected by many. Who likes to know that they cannot save themselves no matter how hard they try? That their best works are but filthy RAGS?
3. I'm sure they were embarrassed at their own feet when they went to others' homes- their feet were ugly in comparison, perhaps red and aching badly from all the walking.
2. Yet- God calls their feet "beautiful"; "nā·wū" in Hebrew which also means "desirable", "comely".
Many times we judge people by their 'appearances': stature, societal standing, rank, position, wealth, looks...
But God looks past all that- He sees our heart. Our deepest parts. Our hypocritical minds. Our Self-Preserving selves.
And... He still loves us.
So much.
So... thankful. He has given me so much. My heart, is full. Despite the heartaches, frustrations, struggles and disappointments... I am thankful.








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