Shoes

Tim Worden

As I was dropping my daughter off this morning at a local daycare owned by Jesus, I looked around at the traditional, established church attached to it. It really is beautiful. I love the statue of Jesus in the courtyard, even if the kids on his lap do have tiny heads. Reese loves it too. She asks to see Jesus every morning. What she doesn't yet understand is that she sees Jesus in her teacher much more clearly than any statue can depict. I really do understand why some people feel comfortable at "church". It provides security and warmth. It's familiar. It's comfortable. It's an island of sanity in a complex and confusing world. I wish that were true for me. If I were one of those people, my life would be so much easier. Unfortunately, for me church has never seemed to fit just right. Always somewhat awkward. Kind of like a pair of shoes that's tight in the wrong places. I squirm to get comfortable. Circulation may be getting cut off...I wonder if some of my toes will end up needing amputation? People say, "After you wear them a while, they'll fit fine". I wonder. I've tried quite a few different pairs now with similar results.

Maybe I just have weird feet?

Maybe I prefer to feel the grass between my toes...