Jesus (the Way) did aerobics WAY before it was cool in the 80’s. He walked a lot.

The LORD says to my lord: “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet.”

Psalm 110:1, KJV

He spoke to whomever would listen in Israel, Jew and Gentile alike. Yet, he didn’t have a radio station. The mic was his actual voice, and his body was the speaker. Moving this speaker around were his feet (pun intended).

He didn’t have the good shoes we take for granted today. Sure, there were well made sandals, but at the end of the day (especially with all of the walking Christ did) yo heels were TOAST. Somebody bring in the bubble bath. Oh lord….

I’ve never wondered what his shoe size was, though Satan probably knew it well. And he came to know it in a different way, since he got a SIZE TEN SHOE FOR MONCH.

I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring. He will bruise your head, and you will bruise his heel.”

Genesis 3:15, WEB

What is it with this poor guy getting all of the foot hate?

Maybe because he is the Healer, and is Love himself. Let’s look at this.

Jesus still walks in the hearts of men, and his spirit still resides here on earth. A spirit of peace, and a sound spirit that always speaks wholeness, and offers patience to they who will embrace it. I imagine that being as he is now — it is much easier to traverse the universe, and fill the skies with his Light every morning.

He walked, talked, and breathed as we breath. Though I’m sure his own heels hurt at times from all of his journeys, he HEALED wherever he went.

For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong on behalf of those whose heart is loyal to Him.

2 Chronicles 16:9, WEB

Even before this illness with a crown came around, there were many before, and now that have slain millions throughout time. Plague, Malaria, Leprosy, Smallpox, Influenza, Typhoid Fever, Yellow Fever, Tuberculous… all of these are known to Christ, and he did face some of them — leprosy for certain.

Now, leprosy isn’t a death sentence like it used to be, but back then it was a horrible thing to contract. For not only did it slowly eat you alive, with all of your beautiful features — it was to the Jewish people a golden ticket to dying alone.

Jesus healed many with this disease. He even healed a caravan of people with leprosy, ten in number, and only one came back to him to thank him. Imagine that. They were all saved from certain death, and only one came back to say thanks. Now… that one person made Christ’s sore feet worth something to him I have no doubt.

God walks the painful paths of life with us, and to be honest more often than I like to admit, I feel like I am out of touch with him and his will. Sometimes even the near future feels like it is bound to futility, yet not in hope, as it is with Christ.

For paths that lead only to emptiness, I do feel that God lets us walk down them when we are too hard-headed to listen to him. Maybe when we hit the wall at the end of those paths, or if we trip on them when it gets rocky — it is a good thing that they are bound to futility, for why should mistakes prosper forever?

If Jesus walks beside us, he also walks on the rocky paths we walk upon, though the “with us” is a bit different if we are doing something very wrong and we know it. He is then in our midst. Ready to spring into action to heal and save. To catch us, to cure us, to save us always, should we let him.

He doesn’t stand back on his heels with this. His feet are shod with brazen bronze, and he has the HOLY NOS in the TANK. Ready to go boys!

This is a tough time for many right now, and in no way am I trying to make light of the situation. You know the numbers, and you have heard how they compare to say… the flu. Tit for tat I say. Sure, on a personal note I feel there is a huge amount of over-reacting, but I will not deny that people are dying, and the contagion is more than problematic.

Let these people who have perished be not thought of as a number alone. Jesus walked in the midst of pandemics, and healed whomever he could. He certainly had no quotas to meet.

He healed out of the goodness of his heart, for people are people to him. They are not numbers to be used in a cruel political game. They are souls that shall shine like jewels in the midst of him one day, as he shines.

He groans with compassion for the suffering (I still believe he heals body and soul even now), and he walked the longest walk for us all — I bet barefooted — on the road to Golgotha. Even there his heart was one and the same. He healed humanity of a curse, the curse of thinking that God forgot us, and that we are not welcome. We are not forgotten. We were ALWAYS welcome.

Even now we are remembered.

If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

2 Chronicles 7:14, ASV

In no way do I believe this “pestilence” is a scourge sent by God, but if anything it should serve as a wake-up call to how foolishly some things have been done.

Turn, humble thyself, and relent of wrong doing. Come to the fountain of Life while there are yet times of refreshing to come. Let the Healer wash your feet, your heels. For he hears the heart of man.

Thank you for reading,

Blessings.