Fiction

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Little, sweet baby feet. Mary covers them with her hand, warming them against the chill. She has treasured in her heart all the words spoken about her first-born Son.

Word went out publically, through the bright streets of Bethlehem lit by the star shining down on the child. The little feet wiggled in His mother’s hand.

Eight-day-old feet, tiny toes curling in pain, kick at the centuries-old right of covenant performed on the Messiah. Simon lifts his old eyes, tears spilling from their corners, to the Lord God Almighty, praising Him for this precious gift. Anna speaks to all who will listen about this most amazing Gift from God.

The feet grow large enough for little sandals as they toddle, one in front of the other. Tiny hands holding on to a big Daddy finger. His first steps, those little feet on their own, dust swirling around them, making the little nose sneeze. A delighted chuckle from Daddy and a bright grin from Mommy as loving, watchful eyes guard those little feet from the fire, the holes, and rocks.

One day a mighty procession fills the streets of Bethlehem. Camels dressed in finery, servants dashing from house to house questions in their expressions, the star’s bright light settled over one house, and the Magi, wise men from the far East, nod and smile at the sign. They carefully search the packs until fine gifts are found. Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. Reverently they enter His presence; bow and worship Him, kiss those feet.

The days turn to years; His feet grow larger, tucked underneath Him as He sits in His Father’s House. The voices of many echo around. He speaks with great authority and the voices quiet. “Did you not know that I must be in My Father’s House and about My Father’s business?”

Time passes and His feet grow larger. The heat bears down and the slap of leather against hard ground is muted by many voices. Dust billows up covering those following behind Him. Disciples they are, dust-gatherers because they follow behind Him, walking in the prints left by His large feet. Men and women thirsting for the living water that falls from His lips; hungering for the Bread of Life which is Himself, although they do not know it.

Soon miraculous events unfold storms cease, roiling billows calm, deaf hear, blind see, sick healed, lepers cleansed, demons routed, and the dead raised. His feet get tired and His bones grow weary from the press of the oppressed. His own received Him not but those that did receive Him were given Life because He is the Way, the Truth and the Life, the Doorway to Heaven. The feet carried Him through desert and over mountain, through streams and over the sea.
One afternoon the feet are resting against cool tile. A woman enters the room. She settles at them. Her tears wash the dust from them. Her hair dries them. She kisses His feet in deep worship for she has been forgiven much. She washed His feet as the nobleman did not.

One day the feet stumble down the street, drenched in His blood. Each forward step toward Golgotha is agony. The nails are hammered through them into the cross and splinters pierce the skin. Blood drips from them into the dust and the feet strain to hold Him up for one last breath until He gives up His spirit.

Tenderly the feet are washed one last time, a hundred pounds of spices tucked inside the clean cloths wrapped around His body, and He is laid to rest in a freshly hewn tomb. The stone covers the entrance and darkness engulfs the One. Suddenly, the earth trembles.

Those dear feet touch earth once more, transformed and yet the same, glorified and radiant feet and body. These dear feet walk down a dusty road and the King tells from Genesis to Zechariah those things that foretold His coming, His dying, His arising in victory over sin and death. On the mountain the disciples gather, the last vision of their beloved Savior are the soles of those feet rising to Heaven.

Happy day, when I can sit at those feet that are now on the pavement of sapphire as clear as the heavens, to kiss them in worship and adoration, to sit at them and learn from He who has all knowledge and has all power and secured victory for me and gave me life eternal with him.

Oh, glorious feat.

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