My walking shoes have carried me many miles. They navigated
the steep crossing of the Pyrenees when they were still young and new. My feet
felt fine, though a knee complained and put a stop to further progress on that
pilgrim route.
Since then, they have carried me on hilltop adventures and
more prosaically, up and down the road with friends and family, and round the
nearby woods. They’ve been reliable and sturdy and comfortable.
So with sadness I note the tears in the uppers, and with
chagrin I see part of the sole is pulling away. Soon they will have walked
their final miles and will need to be replaced.
A person makes her plans, but it’s God who determines her
steps. May God have mercy on all those who trek away from the fighting in
Ukraine, seeking safety and shelter and refuge. May God have mercy on those who
plant themselves in their homes despite the maelstrom of violence descending.
May the Lord have mercy on those who stand to defend freedom.
The Lord foils the plans of nations and frustrates the plans
of peoples: may he override the aggressor today. We speak peace into the hearts
of those who declare war. Peace, in the powerful name of Jesus.
Today I put on the shoes of the gospel of peace. Shoes which have carried believers millions of miles through the centuries, proclaiming the peace of God which passes all understanding. Peace, in the name of the Prince of Peace, Jesus. Peace in the hearts of aggressors and defenders. Healing peace. Maranatha. Save us, Lord Jesus, our refuge and strength and a very present help in times of trouble. We look to you in faith and trust.
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