Archive for July 2015

Rev. Herb Mueller

‘Beautiful Feet’

Note: The following sermon was preached in the Chapel at The Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod’s International Center on July 23, 2015, by Rev. Kevin Robson, Synod’s Chief Mission Officer, for the installation of Rev. John Fale as Executive Director of the Office of International Mission and Revs. Ed Grimenstein and Dan McMiller as associate executive directors of that Office. The text was Isaiah 52:7-10. + Herbert Mueller.



Let’s face it! You are podiatrically challenged! I mean … have you considered your feet lately? They are not those cute, cuddly little piggly-wigglies that you were born with. Now it’s calluses and corns. Hangnails and hammer toes. Hairy digits that splay out in every direction, looking more like they belong on a chimpanzee than a human being. Cracked heels and fallen arches. Skin so thick and rough that it would make an alligator’s mama proud! Cracked nails, yellowed nails, missing nails. Tired, achy, sweaty … and pungent. Yeechh!

But here’s the thing: God’s man, Isaiah, is given to see things in a different way — a much different way. And over seven centuries later, Saint Paul picks up from the same cue sheet: beautiful. Something lovely to behold. Completely fitting the intended use. The feet of the messenger, fleet and strong, running, flying like the wind, ascending effortlessly upon the lofty mountain. Feet simply beautiful …to the eyes of the one who beholds them.

So … do you? Do you behold such beauty — with the eyes of faith?

Bring it, O Herald of the Almighty. Publish your message of peace among us who continue so selfishly, so egotistically, so sinfully to wage war against one another. Fighting still, and still destroying. In this corrupted worldly life — war never ending, another war still and still yet another, war never ending, war always beginning. Bring your good news, O Sent One, and let our gaze be lifted up to that which is so lovely and beautiful. Lift up our eyes to the mountains upon which You intently travel, the hills from where our help comes. Set our vision upon Your humble Servant and Him alone … this Prince of Peace, the One who suffers alone upon the mountain called Calvary, in our place, on our behalf, the One who finally keeps us from all evil, yes, keeps our very lives in the peace that surpasses our human reason.

Bring forth your powerful Word, and preach the fitting good news, O Divine Evangelizer. The beauty of Your return, Your resurrection in victory, speedily, thankfully overtakes us who were trodden down in the dust of today’s Babylon, Babylon here and now, a contemporary exile of our own making. Let us convicted sinners hear this Gospel again and again: Yahweh has redeemed His chosen people, His Israel. Let us redeemed sinners simply shout out in sheer joy, as watchmen from the rooftops, with one voice — “Our God reigns.”

Where once all appeared lost, where we exiles had plunged ourselves into the deepest depths of darkness, where we had been drowning in a self-made cesspool of rebellious transgression and chaos, where hope was seemingly absent, where we were dead … the Son, in Jesus Christ, has joined us, stood in solidarity with us, and now, in Him, a new and confident hope, genuine hope, appears. We were outcasts, and so is He. We were faced with a quagmire of unfamiliar surroundings, and so is He. He stands with us in the cauldron of our wounds and sadnesses, our fears and losses. And although He is sovereign and free, He has willingly submitted Himself, entered into our marginalized community, and has led us, walked us out, to the Promised Land, once again.

Announce it, O “Gospel-er.” Publish this good news of salvation so that every corner of the earth can see it. Your saving us. Not us saving ourselves; that was never in us. Lay bare your holy arm, and let the world see Your muscle, but not in the way that the world expects. Let them see Your bared arm … extended, stretched out in willing obedience, nailed upon that horrible instrument of humiliation, punishment, and death. For in this way, You have “brought down the rulers from their thrones and lifted up those of humble estate” (Luke 1:52). In this way, in this way of Your holy cross, and this way only, what was utterly ruined is restored, finished, perfected, complete. Behold, it is good, it is very good, it is … beautiful.

Today we are given to behold something like this, something beautiful: the prayerful consecration of three men, a triad called by our merciful Lord, to go forward in their performance of sacred duties given them as heralds, evangelists, “gospel-ers.” Under the watchful eye of Yahweh, strengthened by His Spirit, their running task under God’s grace is to continue to support and further the proclamation of the peace that has come in Jesus Christ: to publish His salvation quite literally to the ends of the earth, that all might be saved and come to a knowledge of the truth.

Dear brothers, it has so happened under God’s foreknowledge and plan that your feet have been rather well-traveled in the years that He has already granted you. You’ve stepped upon distant continents. You’ve been given to walk in many different places and through varied circumstances that at times, I’m sure, have either wildly joyful as if in a dream … or tragic and terrifying, as if in a nightmare.

The road has been easy in some places; hard, lonely, exasperating, and perplexing in others. Such is life in this mortal flesh. We have not walked in your shoes, but we know what it is to follow together in the footsteps of Jesus, and we are all continuing, day-by-day, to learn what it means to sojourn through this life (and our new identity given us in Holy Baptism) under His cross.

So please, dear heralds, evangelists, “gospel-ers.” In all your leading, in all your contending for the faith, in all your planning, in all your labors, please be sure to keep on telling us the story. Bring it. Announce it. Preach it. Publish it. We who hope, we who are awaiting the return of our King, need to be reminded.

Please know that we are praying for you, in compassion, as you go about this most sacred task. And please know something else. Your feet — though they bear the marks of the fallen-ness and corruption that we all share — your feet have been made beautiful. Fitted to the task. Tireless, nimble, speedy. Turned toward their intended purpose, that for which they were created, that which was ordained by God from before time ever began.

Your feet are beautiful, not in and of themselves, but because of the beautiful path upon which they have been set — because of the beauty of Him who has stooped down to wash them — because of Christ’s beautiful, brutally bruised heel, driven through by the serpent’s bite, a fiery iron spike forged in the crucible of our transgressions, the very same heel of our almighty Savior that came down to deliver the singular, final death blow upon the head of our greatest enemy. And thus, “Our God reigns.”

“How beautiful the feet that ran
To bring the great good news to man” (LSB 834).

Something beautiful, indeed, in the name + of Jesus. Amen.