Sunday, we challenged our folks to bring some gently worn shoes to worship with them and at the close of the gathering, to turn it into a worship service by leaving their shoes behind.
Some left in stocking feet.
Some prettied their feet up before hand.
But what everyone that participated in it did was to realize that we are blessed with more than most of the people in this world could even imagine. That we were blessed, not to hoard and to keep, but to give.
The gospel is not wrapped up in a package that says "Thank God Jesus died for me, so now I can live for myself." We are here to make a difference. To be a legion of people who are dangerous to the status quo. Who seek to do hard things in dark places so that the light of the love of Jesus Christ might penetrate the darkness and overcome it.
I have no idea who will one day wear the size 12 Converse Chuck Taylors that I gave. Sean said that he hoped the guy was already a nerd, because putting them on was guaranteed to make him one. My hope is that whoever it is will wonder what possessed someone to give them the shoes off their feet.
Not a what
but a Who
Jesus
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