Pretty, Dirty Feet

Katia (a seminary student, wife and mother from the Good News church) Brenda and I went out to make a few visits this morning.  Our purpose was to follow up on some previous visits and confirm days and times for the beginning of 5 new small groups.  As we were walking through the three neighborhoods we were visiting we met several adults, youth and children who frequent the church. Two siblings began walking with us.  Actually, Villo was riding his bicycle and Arelys was walking.  We went to a couple of homes, talked, shared and prayed.  Villo and Arelys in tow.  These two children are Gnobe Indians.  Their parents who emigrated to Chitre from the neighboring province of Chiriqui, prayed  to receive Christ two weeks ago. 

Our last visit would take us a little further from the neighborhood where Villo and Arelys live.  As we walked along the pavement nearly a quarter mile, it dawned on me that Arelys didn't have shoes on.  She was accustomed to going barefoot and evidently the hot pavement didn't bother her.  Like most older brothers, Villo didn't offer to carry her on his bicycle.

At the last visit, we agreed on a day and time for the small group to meet.  After I shared a story from Mark 2, Katia was praying.  All morning long, Arelys had not said anything.  As we prayed, "I peaked at Arelys".  She was praying with her eyes closed, hands clasped and then I noticed her feet.  Pretty, dirty feet.  Although Arelys is just a little girl, with calloused, dirty feet, she was "helping" us to carry the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.  I am totally confident that God sees those feet that helped carry the Gospel as some of the most beautiful in the world.  They weren't pedicured, painted or well groomed, but yet precious and lovely in the sight of God.  They were genuinely, Pretty, dirty, feet.