Different Shoes
This evening we got ready and went to the mall. I had changed clothes after church, so before we left the house, I went to my closet pulled out a black loafer and its mate. At least, that's what I thought I had done. I did pull out a black loafer, but not its mate.
When we were going up the escalator at Sears, I looked down, and found that I was wearing one black loafer and one brown loafer. These shoes were obviously -- very obviously -- different shoes. I think a mother and her daughter in the restroom were laughing at me. I had to tell the clerk we working with in the appliance department what I had done so that she didn't think I was just crazy.
My guys really got a kick out of my mismatched shoes. Steve took a picture; Josh laughed and laughed.
So funny. Right.
So, does Christianity ever make us stand out like that. Do we sometimes feel as if people are pointing and laughing? I wonder if perhaps it should make us that self-conscious Shouldn't, at least sometimes, our faith be so radical that other people notice how different we are, and perhaps how illogical we are?
Aren't there times when being a Christians should feel like wearing two different shoes?
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