Tuesday, 26 July 2011
And now I can barely stand regular shoes - either I'm barefoot or in those ridiculous things. I expected that they'd stretch my calves and feet - I had no idea that they'd stretch my theology. I'd heard of "discalced" monks and nuns - religious orders that insist upon no shoes. I'd thought it was maybe something about humility, about obvious poverty. And maybe so.
What I notice though is that I want to leave roads and sidewalks behind. I want to feel the ground beneath my feet, rocks and sticks and earth and grass. To be separated from Creation by so many layers of humanity feels now deeply wrong inside me - bouncy plastic soles of sneakers, clacking high heels, squishy flipflop rubber - all seem like vanity - and protection from the strips of concrete and hot asphalt we've sealed our earth in. I don't want to put my feet on so much deadness anymore.
To walk now, to be conscious of each step, leg, foot and hat beneath each step - is a reminder of holiness - and of what we were given - and how we've turned from it, again and again.
"Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you stand is holy ground." Exodus 3:5
How has the simple changed you and revealed more about God to you? Does God work in the simple, as well as the complex?