Part of the area of growth for me as I have been an intern for the POLIS Institute this semester has been in my appreciation for the blessings in my life. I think I do a decent job of thanking God for what I have in my life and that I value the opportunities that I have. However, there are times when I learn a new lesson and sometimes, those lessons are painful.
A few weeks ago, I needed to get some work done on my car. Now, my Mother was going to pick me up after I dropped the car off early that particular morning once my kids were at school. However, my Mother called and said she forgot about a doctor’s appointment she had to take my Dad to. So, I said, “not a problem at all”. It was a beautiful morning and my house was only about three miles away and so I just decided to walk home. I knew that my car was going to be at the mechanic’s garage all day and I would just have my oldest son drive me there in the afternoon once he was home from school.
I was about half way home when I realized that my loafers that I had just slipped on before leaving the house earlier in the morning were not the best walking shoes. Before long, I noticed my heels were starting to hurt. And with about a mile to go, I finally realized that my heels were really sore. I stopped and took my shoes off only to be shocked to see that both of my heels were bleeding. I had rubbed the skin raw off of my heels not realizing that the pain I was feeling was there for a reason and that I should have taken a look at my feet a lot sooner than I did!
As I continued my journey, I pushed down the back of the shoes so that my heels would not touch them and started walking on my shoes like “make-shift flip flops”. I finally made it home and immediately went into my bathroom and dressed my wounds and then got a large glass of water and relaxed in my recliner and turned on mindless television. As I sat there for a while, with my heels still hurting, I thought about the homeless guys that I had seen many time around the area of Orlando where the POLIS Institute office is located. I wondered how many of those guys had rubbed there feet raw from bad shoes as they were out walking all day and all week. I wondered, “Where do they get their medicine and Band-Aid’s for their feet… for their heels?” As I thought about this situation, I started to get just a brief glimpse of what these guys must go through every day. As my heels were hurting, at least I had different shoes to put on and I had medicine on my wounds as well as a nice comfortable recliner and air conditioning around me.
As I continued to serve in my internship and my pastoral ministry, I pray that God will continue to open my eyes and aching feet to the needs of others. May the heels on my feet always be a reminder, of what it says in Matthew 25:35-40, “For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.”