I've been thinking about the verse from Isaiah 52.7. It says 'How beautiful upon the mountains
are the feet of him who brings good news,
who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation,
who says to Zion, “Your God reigns.” '
Right now I don't feel that my feet are anything close to beautiful. In fact very few people on this trip have feet that are close to pretty. Everyone is hobbling around with bruised feet, large blisters, bloody cuts and abrasions. They all have band aids. Many are walking without boots - walking in their sandals or flip flops.
I wonder what the feet of the people in Isaiah's time looked like. They walked on many roads like the ones I am walking on. It was an ancient Roman road - portions of the original road still remain. The Camino follows this Roman road for awhile. It is rough and bumpy and not at all smooth. Their feet had to have been like tough leather.
I think the true beauty of those feet is that they were the way in which the good news of Jesus was carried by these earlier pilgrims. Many of the pilgrims that I now share the road with know nothing of the good news of Jesus. I have met people that are searching. They have looked at other religions, many of them are former Catholics that are disenchanted with the church. Others are people that think the answers are in philosophy, crystals, Buddha, etc. I even met a guy who makes all of his decisions by consulting a pendulum that he carries with him. I have been able to share some with them , but many of them are just not yet ready to hear. I keep running into them from time to time. Maybe down the road they will be open.