I’ll be honest, coming into India, I was hoping for miracles. I’ve read countless stories of Racers experiencing miracles while serving in India and I was hoping to catch my own. Maybe it would be a blind man seeing for the first time, or perhaps a lame woman walking. I didn’t care. Any miracle would be awesome.
All month long I waited to see God move in a tangible, healing way. I would estimate that I’ve, personally, prayed for 500 or more people this month… but no miracle. Then today happened.
I would like to preface this story. This last week I’ve noticed my feet getting really rough. I only wear shoes when going to ministry. Walking around on dirt has dried my feet out and they are getting bad. I was hoping to get some lotion for them at the end of the month.
As I prepared to give the message at church this week, I felt a strong urge to wash the feet of the Lord’s people. I discussed the idea with my team and we agreed it would be a wonderful way to show honor to our hosts. (Especially in a culture that puts such an emphasis on honor.) I struggled to get through my message without crying. At the end of it, we washed the pastors’ feet and their wives’. We then invited anyone else who wanted to have their feet washed come forward. It was amazing to watch the people rush forward to have it done. I felt tears fall on my hands from the women who were sitting in front of me. Our translator told us that this was the first time they had ever had their feet washed by someone, let alone white Americans… they felt so honored!
As we finished up, I found 5 or 6 women standing around me telling to sit in the chair… they wanted to wash my feet. I did as I was told and watched as 8 women took turns washing my feet. It was so special to see how excited they were to be able to clean my feet. They all gave me big hugs and kisses. It was an awesome experiences that seemed to unify us all.
We ended the service with another round of worship. As we stood there I noticed my feet felt smooth. I figured it was probably just because they were clean. (Gross, but true. This has become our reality.) After the service, I sat down to check my feet… Yep! Smooth as an old man’s head!
I know that it may seem trivial that the Lord healed my dry feet, but I find it important to praise Him even in the small things. I have no doubt in my mind that God performed this small miracle to remind me that He loves me and cares about my desires.
Be blessed!
