Monday, November 29, 2010

Blessed Be the Feet that are Tied?


Blessed Be the Tie that Binds

~John Fawcett (early 1800’s)

Blessed be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like that to that above.

Blessed hymn. Stunning Reality. To dwell in knitted hearts of unity…we come to this earth fitted for it and it is as though we are unclothed when our hearts remain as singular strands.

But might I be so bold as to add another verse to this hymn? A preface, if you will, that flows from this verse in Isaiah:

‘”How beautiful on the mountains
  are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
   who bring good tidings,
   who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
   ‘Your God reigns!’”

~Isaiah 52:7

Something Like:

Blessed Be the feet that walk

Together in Gospel Truth

Who light the way far and wide

‘til darkness fades away.stephanie and thanksgiving 251

I am blessed to have been a bearer of good news many places, in particular in Hungary, Eastern Europe for one life-changing and course altering year.  In this year I experienced a knitting together of hearts and lives and spirits and feet as we passionately pursued God and His Great Commission to go into all the World.

The second and third verses so aptly describe what we were (and are) to one another—an ocean away from family and communities come before, so we become it all for each other:

Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one
Our comforts and our cares.

We share each other's woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

Mornings facing a week of gospel witness, spiritual warfare, homesickness, burdens that weigh more heavily in the distance from those we love—We took them to our Heavenly Father. Our. Life. Together. Our. Tears. Shared. Our. Burdens. Carried. Jesus. In. Us.

“Christianity means community through Jesus Christ and in Jesus Christ.”

~Dietrich Bonhoeffer, ‘Life Together’

We pleaded for fruit in the lives of the broken young people we were daily encountering and rejoiced to see it come!  Our. Lives. Broken. For. Jesus. His. Life. Poured. Out.

Our fellowship was a sweet taste of Heaven and the ripping inside was excruciating when we ‘parted’ at the end of that year—each to a different state or country.

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

stephanie and thanksgiving 312Last week, these hopes were realized.  My ‘little sister’ spent precious time in my home with my children and husband (she is also his ‘little sis’ as we were there together:).  First, came the interminable laughter that graced so much amidst reminiscing, then the immediate Auntie-ness our kids absorbing the kindred hearts shared, and then there was the praying and the seeking. of. Him. In. Jesus. Christ. Our. Life.

There was a sweet morning where we spoke the passages of Scripture we are memorizing and relished hearts that know what it is to. Be. His.  We look at one another and find our Home. In. Jesus.

We continue to pour out the burdens before the one We. Have. Seen. Work. At The Deepest. Levels. of Life. and Spirit. Praying. In. Jesus.

We are the ones who roamed a city with good news feet looking for those who needed Him.  Spoke stephanie and thanksgiving 264hundreds of gospel conversations into the lives of those who have never heard.  Saw broken, image-shattered girls find Life. In. Jesus. 

We’ve stood in His feet and pantomimed the work of the Holy Spirit when language barriers restricted. We poured the life of that Spirit into every encounter—when one was weak the other strong.  In. Jesus. We. Are. Bound. Our. Gospel. Feet. Tied. Together. To. Him.

Late night cookies baked to hold a lavish feast of our favorites of home for those who have never tasted of them. or of Him.  We hugged each other strong and kept the other on good news feet when we knew we were tired and weary of living and speaking Him.  Our feet bound to His. Gospel. To. Him. To. Each. Other.

This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

stephanie and thanksgiving 267We both remarked at many points that this is the sweetest of Fellowships we have tasted in this life.  Many beautiful friends and family, BUT THIS. To be tied. to Him. His Gospel. Walking Together. This is the stuff of Heaven.

And when we taste of Heaven, we want Heaven.  Oh, Yes, Jesus, Rend the Heavens and Come Down. But, please Lord, we’ve seen a world who needs You and we ask for more days to be. together. in this life. For Your Gospel.  In. Jesus. Our feet stay bound. 

She is there. I am here.  I, returning to the land where our feet were tied.  She. not sure. Life ahead. Becoming a Nurse. But our feet remain tied.

Maybe the ‘new’ verse goes better here:

Blessed Be the feet that walk

Together in Gospel Truth

Who light the way far and wide

‘til darkness fades away.

So we are then ready for The Day, The Well-Done-Thou-Good-And-Faithful-Servant Day:

From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

“Until that Day, Lord, I pray, Bind my feet to Gospel feet all around.  May fellowship never seem right unless our feet be bound. In. Life. In. Gospel. In. Jesus. Yes, Lord, Bless This Tie.”

Joining Jen and friends at:


And Bridget Chumbley for  “ONE WORD AT A TIME: Fellowship…Blog Carnival”    


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