How lovely on the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who announces peace and brings good news of happiness, who announces salvation, and says to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Listen! Your watchmen lift up their voices, they shout joyfully together; for they will see with their own eyes when the LORD restores Zion.
Today we were at the dental surgeon for minor surgery. It was stressful and so I marveled at how the LORD works in and through my Beloved in any situation. He always has a book with him to read in case there is empty time, but not just any book; it will be theological, historical, educational, and usually without trying, culturally offensive.
Sometimes, being a softy, I am concerned about what impressions will be made by some of the titles. Today’s new book was Darwin Day in America by John West (the subtitle being, How our politics and culture have been dehumanized in the name of science). Like many times, it is the main title which could be read across the room and misunderstood in any way these days. Although I did not say anything, I did wonder what commotion could begin from someone who misunderstood it.
Thankfully, the LORD showed me gently again that I need to continually let go of my fears and concerns. He has used my Beloved more times than I could ever remember with a book in his hand. Conversations begin and God’s truth is spoken. Usually more than the one person will hear the exchange and we can only imagine what glory the LORD will receive because my Beloved was open and willing to talk.
Today it was the surgeon who inquired when she saw the title. She is a Christian who has always been in a quandary over evolution. They spoke of this subject for a while and then she shared her concern over her college aged son who is choosing to believe the lies he is being taught in school. I Don’t Have Enough Faith to be an Atheist by Norm Geisler and Frank Turek is now waiting to give to her at next week's recheck so she will be able to understand where her son's thinking has gone and now be able to reason with him.
A bonus: on the way home we stopped for gas where an employee was painting right at our pump. Even with a numb mouth, my Beloved began a normal conversation that led right up to theology with this young man. Even though the conversation ended because the tank was full, this man was treated respectfully and had a real conversation to think on after we left.
Praise the LORD for my Beloved’s beautiful feet!
How will they preach unless they are sent? Just as it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news of good things!”