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Beautiful feet


In verses 14-15 of Romans 10, Paul begins a series of how questions: How will they call on Him? How will they believe in Him? How will they hear? And, how will others preach unless they are sent? To me, the how words seem, I mean no disrespect to Paul, but well…hopeless. When I think about where I am in view of where the world who’s never heard about Jesus is, the how questions are real and deep. (And the more trips I take overseas, the more frequent those how questions become). But don’t we serve a God who we often sit back in wonder and ask, “How did You do that?” I mean, when I put His name at the end of all my how’s, hope just seems to seep right in.

Maybe my big how God isn’t asking me to figure this all out; maybe He’s just asking for beautiful feet (because that’s where the end of all the how’s finally lands for Paul in verse 15). So what if we begin there? In other words, what if beautiful feet went and preached to people who just wanted the chance to hear, then upon hearing, they believed, and then they called on Him in whom they have believed, and were saved? Instead of beginning with how people will call upon the name of the Lord, we begin with beautiful feet that go looking for someone to speak a beautiful word into their desperate-to-believe heart. After all, this same chapter tells me that "Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of Christ", so isn't all He's really asking for is my beautiful feet?

Paul started this chapter with a heart’s desire and a prayer to God for the salvation of people he loved. Can we also begin the next chapter of our life with this same desire and prayer? Can we take our beautiful feet to a world that’s just waiting to believe and call upon the name of our beautiful Lord, and be saved? We don’t need to know how He’ll do it; we just need to walk.

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About Me

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

 

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