Last year when my youngest son graduated from a discipleship training program in Chicago, my husband and I bore witness to the commission given to him and nine others: Share your Faith. Be Kind. Love. Serve. Everybody. That's how it was written across the screen: "Serve. Everybody."
Recently, Sir Richard quit his job, stuffed a back pack with clothes, books and a toothbrush, grabbed his guitar and set out for what I believed to be a preposterous journey. He is a "traveler" --- a modern day type of vagabond hitch-hiking and careening across the country. He and his friend Adam live off the land, play music on street corners for a few pennies, and sleep under bridges when they aren't able to crash on someone's floor or sofa. From the outside from where you and I sit, they look like dirty, dread-locked hippies and hobos as they travel with their instruments, rolled-up blankets, and bandana wearing canines. It's a life that leaves me baffled, worried and fearful for my son's safety and sanity.
But not long ago, during my quiet time with the Lord, I came across this verse: "How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace, who bring glad tidings of good things!" Romans 10:15
You see, a long time ago, messages of good news, bad news and just plain news were carried by "travelers" of sort and in Biblical times, human messengers were often sandal-footed men who moved across treacherous ground to deliver a word. It was said that when good news was given, the recipient would exclaim, "How beautiful are your feet!"
Tonight, as Mother's Day is near, I'm thinking about my son.
May he always go with God and may he always have beautiful feet.