This morning, I walked to Frensky’s house to pick him up for therapy. Once again, his mother was not at home, and he was lying on a tattered mattress on the front porch. Once again, my heart ached for him. I picked him up and sensed tension in his little body. I wondered if he’d eaten. I wondered how long he’d been alone…

I made my way through the throngs of curious children that show up each time I go to see Frensky and back to the myLIFEspeaks house to find a quiet place to feed him. He startles so easily.

As I prepared to feed him, I took some baby wipes and began to gently clean his beautiful brown skin. He had remnants of some cheese puffs on his face (the only thing I’ve ever known his mother to feed him), and the dirty palms of his little hands turned the wipes brown. I washed his legs and his little club feet, to which he responded by squirming in protest. I wondered if his feet are ever touched.

As he quietly ate, staring up at me with his deep, trusting eyes, my gaze drifted back to his feet. Those feet… the reason why his mom has attempted to give him up multiple times. Those feet… the reason why he is often stared at like a freak-show. Those little feet… the reason why he doesn’t walk and run and play like other three-year-olds. Those feet… the reason that Frensky isn’t even loved in his own home.

One thought passed through my mind. A thought that I am sure came from the Lord. So simple… yet so powerful.

“Beautiful feet.”

By worldly standards, Frensky’s feet are not beautiful. Frensky’s feet are scary, a threat in their indication of human imperfection.

But, in fixing our eyes on what is unseen, we can see that Frensky’s feet are beautiful.

As shared in the book of John, Jesus was walking with his disciples when they came upon a blind man. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”

This reminds me so much of the Haitians. When a baby was born recently with a club foot like Frensky’s, many people in the village immediately assumed that the mother had been cursed by Voodoo. It must be her fault her baby was born this way… she must’ve done something wrong to receive this curse.

But Jesus’ response was, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned… but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.”
(John 9:1-3)

The blind man was born this way so that the power of the Lord would be revealed through him. What an awesome thought.
Jesus then proceeded to heal the man, and for the first time in his life, the blind man could see.

There are so many negatives in our lives that we curse and wrestle with. An innocent child dies. A family member is diagnosed with what might as well be a death sentence. An accident disables. A spouse abandons.
We live in so much sin. So much hurt.

But this is why Jesus came. To redeem.

God knew before time that we would live in this fallen world. He knew our hearts. He knew we’d stray from Him. And He planned a way out. Someday, He promises, He will make all things new. (Revelation 21:5.) And for those of us who turn from our sin and towards Jesus instead… trusting that He is the Son of God, who died in our place for all the sins we’ve ever committed and will ever commit, that He rose from the dead three days later to show the world that not even death can defeat our God… we are promised eternity with Him. An eternity of perfection. Of redemption. No more disease, no more blindness, no more club feet.

Until that day comes, however, we have little reminders of the redemption and new creation that is to come. We can choose to see these reminders as curses, or we can see them as glimpses of our loving Father, who can’t wait to show off His glory when He makes all things new… even two little beautiful feet.


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