Baby feet are about the most beautiful thing in the world. As a mother, I would look at the feet of my babies and rejoice in their health and blessing. We count the toes and tickle the bottoms of those precious little feet. We don’t often think about what those feet will become. But they don’t stay small, they grow with our child and become adult-sized feet that we are no longer allowed to tickle, not that I’d ever want to again.
As we contemplate the Christ child today, his feet are small and precious, covered in swaddling clothes and tickled by the hay of the manger. They are feet that hold a promise however, a promise of great things to come. The promise of Isaiah 52:7
How beautiful on the mountain are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns.’
The small feet of a baby will grow into the feet of a teacher, healer, a Savior. The feet in the manger are the feet that will walk the path to the cross and be nailed to the rough wood of the cross. These precious feet are the feet of the promise that we look toward on this day of his birth. They are the feet of hope, the light that shines in the darkness!
May we treasure his coming as we hope for the promise he brings!