How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
"Your God reigns!"
Isaiah 52:7When I went to shop for shoes to wear with my wedding dress, nigh over twenty years ago now, I was inundated with choices.
White, strappy heels. White satin ballet flats. White pumps. Many, many choices.
All for something that would not really show under the voluminous length of my wedding gown. But still an important consideration as it would be those shoes that would transport me through my wedding day.
And how much more careful consideration needs to go into the footwear adorning the Bride of Christ.
Because when we shod our feet in the readiness of the gospel of peace, we are preparing to head out into a world that will require some heavy marching and dangerous terrain.
Ballet flats just won't do.
We go to the world longing for peace and ready to do battle for souls. We go as a warrior bride.
And as befitting that call, the Bride of Christ wears combat boots.
Throughout history, wars have been lost over the poorly shod feet of an army's soldiers. Frostbite has lamed a battalion, trench foot has crippled many a regiment. When we find ourselves on the field of spiritual warfare, our message must be protected against frigid reception and swamps of muddy sin. We march into the middle of such conditions, but we must somehow maintain the clarity and health of our good news.
Combat boots it is.
There will come a day when we come through a gate made of pearl. We will be wrapped in a wedding gown of purist white of a fabric woven from the righteous deeds of the saints. And as we remove our shoes, eager to walk on holy ground, we take off a pair of mud-spattered, well-worn boots, our transport through the battlefields of the spiritual. That which has been our transport now becomes our testimony. May the combat boots of the Bride earn us the words, "Well done."