That’s right, my feet are naked today. I’m not really a barefoot kind of gal – but today I must. Today I am joining TOMS in “One Day Without Shoes” – an event aimed at raising awareness to the impact one pair of shoes can have on a young life. You see, we tend to take shoes for granted – some more than others. We think we will simply die if we cannot have that Christian Louboutin “Decollete” patent leather shoe with a red gloss sole – just one more pair for our vast collection. Yet for many children throughout the world, shoes are a luxury – going barefoot, a threat.
Let’s work on their behalf. Visit TOMS website to learn more. If at all possible, go barefoot today. But more importantly, take the issue to heart. Today, and each day hereafter, let us remember those who have no shoes. The next time we’re tempted to buy the latest footwear, let us buy from TOMS instead. One for one. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful.
Cats are a lot like royalty. They’re all about protocol. If anything deviates from said protocol you’re in trouble. Today served a fine example…
After spending some quality time in dressing rooms over the weekend, I decided there’s a slight possibility exercising twice a week isn’t quite cutting it. So I hauled my poor, pitiful self out of bed this morning to exercise. My cats ambled into the room, took one look, and froze in their tracks. Now I understand that I’m not exactly the picture of grace when I work out, but this – this was pure and utter terror. Their eyes were as big as saucers; their ears were back. They were crouched and ready to bolt at the first sign of attack. I am, after all, the girl who sits on her butt all day in front of the computer; if I am exercising WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT!!!
I tried to explain. “I’m exercising – people do it all the time … ” It did nothing to squelch their fears. As a matter of fact, they appeared all the more concerned. Teenie eyed me all the more suspiciously; Mr. Bean jumped up and sprinted down the hall.
I haven’t seen him since.
Something tells me this may be a bad sign…
“Two other men, both criminals, were also led out with him to be executed.” – Luke 23:32
Two thieves shambled along the dirt road leading to Golgotha. Upon his back, each bore a large wooden cross inscribed with the crime for which he would die. They were not alone on this final journey; a man whose cross read IESVS·NAZARENVS·REX·IVDÆORVM, “Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews” walked with them. He took the place of a murderer.
During crucifixion, both robbers scorned the third; if they were King, they would not be hanging on a cross on a hill called the Skull. But something in the man’s presence silenced one. No matter the insult, this man named Jesus never fought back. When He looked upon His accusers, He looked with pity, not resentment. The robber turned to face the crowd. That’s when he saw them; amidst those who mocked, those who mourned. Rich and poor, relation and friend – his mother and brothers mingled with a harlot, a tax collector, a man healed of leprosy. The lives Jesus touched.
Like that odd band of followers, this man who did nothing but take, looked upon the man who did nothing but give. He saw love reflected from the eyes that saw hate; he heard words of compassion in response to those of reproach; he felt acceptance, even as he pushed away. He saw his Savior. And while he knew he was not worthy of grace he cried out, “Jesus, remember me …“ – and most amazing of all, Jesus did. Those were the words He waited for – the words He died for – and if we speak them even today, His answer remains the same: I tell you the truth… you will be with me in paradise. It doesn’t matter our history, our sins, our hypocrisy. We have only to call out to Jesus with heartfelt sincerity; His triumph over the grave will guarantee our pardon.