These are the shoes of a homeless man. These are the shoes he walked in daily. These are the only shoes he owned.
I own a countless pair of shoes, usually wearing more than one pair of shoes daily.
I run, I come home, I put on other shoes. If my feet are tired I’ll change shoes.
I’m up since 3am and Brain 1 and Brain 2 refuse to compromise and play well together. I’m going to visit my mom and I’m sure that’s part of the fireworks in the head, lots of adrenalin and “did I remember…” “Oh, shoot, don’t forget…”
It’s Lent. As we’ve discussed, I have my issues with organized religion but consider myself deeply spiritual despite the occasional (be honest, frequent) F bombs and Dammits.
This week I had the honor of meeting Dr. Peter Gathje, a man who walks in Christ’s sandals. He co-administers or directs (sorry, don’t know the correct title) Manna House of Memphis, which I’ve been following since several summers ago when there was an article in the Commercial Appeal. It was an extremely hot summer. The article was about the homeless that Manna House serves and their need for shoes, preferably athletic – when you think about it, giving a homeless man a pair of worn out leather dress shoes is not all that helpful if he’s going to be walking miles around downtown daily – and tech shirts, since it was so hellishly hot.
Since I sometimes hang around with runners, I posted that I would collect shoes at one of the RRS 5 milers. Runners, being the incredibly awesome people they are, left dozens of shoes by my car which I toted to Manna House, dropped them off and left. I have continued to gather stuff when I can and have toted more stuff down to Manna House, little tiny drops in a huge bucket.
I’ve mostly come to peace with my issues, but it’s Lent, which I’ve always loved, so the wrestling match in my brains heats up. God, as he does, won’t let go and has shaken things up – again. Two “chance” encounters at stores I seldom visit and a box of shoes and t-shirts, these are the conversations God and I have had this week.
I know this is vague and likely rambling but thank you, angels, for being where you were supposed to be when you were. The tangled ball of yarn continues to unwind and you were His agents. I’m looking forward to learning where the journey will go. And if this path goes no further I still thank you, Dr. Gathje, and F, and S, for being there at this crossroad.