feet

"You cross the great divide, You took our place
You offered up Your life, for we have failed
The veil was torn and love remained
You are holy Lord."
- "Desperate People," Hillsong

Jesus went all the way, gave all he could so that in the end we would be saved. He tore the veil, so that we could commune with God - he gave us love.
And how we desperately needed it, and still live off of that grace, but I'm unwilling to share it.

I'm gradually realizing how selfish most of the "Christian" population is, how readily we are willing to accept eternal life but unwilling to spread the good news.
"How beautiful...are the feet of those who bring good news!"
- Isaiah 52:7

Am I his hands and feet?
No, not really. My feet are not beautiful. My feet are unscathed, I have walked no hard path to get to where I am, never have I come upon a challenge that I have faced without fear - when the road is rocky, I turn around. But to earn the courage to shout to the world my faith and my Gospel, that's something I'm desperate for.