Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Calloused Beauty

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news,
who publishes peace,
who brings good news,
who proclaims salvation,
who says to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Isaiah 52:7

Beauty?  I wonder how you would define beauty?  If I asked all my friends I would get a variety of answers, but most would probably link to some part of creation.
When we are out exploring and we suddenly get a glimpse of the mist hanging in the valley, or fields of lavender, or a beautiful reflection and it is a "WOW!" moment, a moment when something stirs within us, and our response is almost instantaneous, an inbuilt expression of praise to something that is simply glorious.

Feet.  Feet that have walked a dusty road.  Sweaty feet, blistered and calloused feet - would we see those as items of beauty? I suspect not.

However, if those feet brought something precious, something we desperately needed, maybe we would start to see the callouses and blistered not as defects, but as marks of honour, the sweat and dust as signs of sacrifice that we did not deserve. Our idea of beauty is then transformed from something sentimental to a much deeper appreciation and awe.

How do you see beauty?