Along a dusty meandering forest road near our home, I happened upon these lovely little yellow lady-slippers.
They were not hiding away safe in a remote bog or deep, dark forest as one might expect. Instead, they were nodding along the edge of the harsh gravel as a growling grader moved past shattering the stillness of a quiet, rainy morning. And they were popping up along the scarred ugly edges of last winter’s logging, right alongside the rejected fallen trees left behind.
Beautiful little princess feet of gold, spreading the good news of summer come even amidst the less-than-picturesque scenes of everyday dirt and destruction. Good news of renewal and hope and redemption.
So are the feet of all who proclaim the Gospel along the dirty and destructed ways of life—
“As it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!” (Romans 10:15)
It’s kind of like those people are wearing figurative golden slippers as they walk through those rough places, joyful royal ambassadors for the King of kings, bearing the gladdest tidings of all time.