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Addictive Presence

2008-04-08T22:01:00.000-07:00

“I have kept my feet from every evil path so that I might obey your word. I have not departed from your laws, for you yourself have taught me. How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! I gain understanding from your precepts; therefore, I hate every wrong path.” Psalm 119:101-104

The high that comes from being in the center of God’s will is better than a sugar rush. Although his words are like honey, they are an acquired taste. Our natural tendency is to run wild in the desperate search for immediate gratification. However, once we experience the joy and sweetness that comes from Divine approval we long to linger in his addictive presence. Lord, separation from you is bitter. Help me keep my feet on track and in step with your Spirit.

Easter Shoes

2008-03-20T05:11:00.000-07:00

I look forward to Spring with great anticipation. Its approach signals the end of winter's drab colors and the entrance of longer days and blooming flowers. Spring is a season of transition. It is also a time for celebration of Christ's victory over death and his gift of eternal life.

When I was a child I relished the thought of chocolate bunnies, egg hunts and Easter baskets. But my Mother was focused on making sure we looked our best. When I asked her why, she would launch into a tidy little message based on Romans 6:4, "Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death that like Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life."

"New clothes," said she, "are symbols of Christ's resurrection, of his return from death to life. When we wear new clothes on Easter we honor what He did for us on the cross."

In my twelfth year, Easter shopping took on special significance when Mother announced I would be getting high heels. Shoe shopping seemed endless as we trudged through numerous stores. Finally the perfect pair of heels was purchased and Mother passed the shoes to me with these words of wisdom, "Remember, Carolyn, always walk in the newness of life."

With great excitement I wobbled into Sunday school that Easter Sunday morning wearing the cutest pair of white pumps trying to pretend I did not feel awkward or clumsy. As an awkward pre-teen, facing the transition from Elementary to Junior High, I had already encountered aptitude tests, career fairs, and peer pressure. At the ripe old age of twelve the serious side of life seemed to be intensifying, but the echo of my mother's wisdom continued to guide me, "Walk in newness of life." I had felt assured the Lord would be my guide as I navigated all of the transitions in my future. He would help me avoid the tyranny of self-preoccupation as well as helping me to experience the delight of walking with Him.

Many calendar pages have been turned since then, and with them numerous Easter outfits. Easter shoe shopping continues to be a perfect time to remind my children to "walk in the newness of life" so they will be prepared for life and its many transitions.

I need to get going. I promised to take the kids shoe shopping.

In His Steps,

Carolyn

Cinderella Slippers

2008-03-18T12:18:00.000-07:00

For centuries, people have romanticized about a pair of magical shoes that would suddenly change them into someone brand new. Perhaps this odd attraction to shoes is why Cinderella continues to be one of the most popular and best loved fairytales of all time. Did you know there are over 700 versions of this ancient tale? Some claim the story originated @ 200 BC in China while others attribute it to Aesop while a slave in Egypt.

However, one of the oldest Cinderella stories, if not the oldest can be found within the pages of the Bible. It was penned by the Prophet Ezekiel. When Ezekiel was charged with the unenviable task of confronting Jerusalem with her detestable behavior he chose to do it in the form of an allegorical tale of a fallen Cinderella. Ezekiel 16 is a powerful story of the transforming love of the Great King, who sees a discarded infant child thrashing about in the bushes and despite her helpless state chooses to love her. In the same way that God chose a small and insignificant land to be his special possession. Ezekiel uses graphic language and strong visual images to paint a picture hopped would open their eyes to God’s great love. He wanted Jerusalem to identify with his Fallen Cinderella and return to the king. This month my web site In Step Living is featuring the audio version of Cinderella Slippers A fairytale re-mix of Ezekiel 16. www.instepliving.com

Resurection Egg Hunt

2008-03-18T12:16:00.001-07:00

"Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death that like Christ was raised up

from the dead by the glory of the Father,

even so we also should walk in newness of life."

Romans 6:4

Years ago, my husband and I wrestled with the Easter Bunny and the secularization of Easter. We came to a wonderful solution that redeemed the holiday and the traditional egg hunt thanks to a story published by Focus on the Family. “What was in Jeremy’s Egg” By Ida Mae Kempel.

Ida Mae tells the story of Jeremy Forrester a twelve year old boy, born with a terminal illness. Jeremy's teacher, Doris Miller told the class the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life spring forth she gave each of them a large plastic Easter egg to fill with something that showed new life.

The next morning 19 children returned and placed their eggs in the basket on her desk. When it was time to open the eggs, Miss Miller found Jeremy’s egg empty, she laid it aside. Jeremy spoke up. “Miss, Miller, aren’t you going to talk about my egg?” She replied,” But Jeremy-your egg is empty!” He said softly,” But Jesus’ tomb was empty too.” Latter that year Jeremy died and his class placed 19 empty Easter eggs on his casket.

Jeremy’s story provided a wonderful lesson of Christ's victory over death and his gift of eternal life and saved countless hours of stuffing tiny high calorie candies, and useless, plastic toys items into plastic eggs. At the end of our egg hunt children select prizes from a prize table. Everybody wins; just like we all won when Jesus rose from the dead.

Christmas Walk of the Wise

2007-12-18T05:17:00.000-08:00

"After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, "Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.” Mathew 2: 1-2

We can learn valuable lessons by following the steps of the wise men who encountered Christ that first Christmas. These sages, scholars of ancient Persia were powerful, educated, wealthy men who studied nature in search of divine revelation and guiding principles. They possessed knowledge of the natural world - animals, weather, and the stars.

Night after night, these stargazers studied the sky for fresh insight. When they discovered it they put their lives and fortunes on hold to seek him who was born King of the Jews. They were in for a bumpy ride despite the fact that their journey was clearly marked by ancient prophets and lit by "the star” that signaled his birth.

Foot sore and saddle weary they traveled hundreds of miles bouncing on camels envisioning a majestic reception for the prophesied King. For nearly two years, they journeyed with wind in their face and sand in their shoes. Finally, the exhausted caravan lumbered into Jerusalem and to their amazement, they found everyone oblivious to the star that guided them.

Their reception was unsettling. The wonderful news they brought disturbed the egomaniacal king King Herod. It was obvious to Sages trained in astute observation that Herod did not intend to worship the child.

Herod wasn't the only one that was troubled by the visit of the Magi. "All of Jerusalem was disturbed with him." (Matthew 2:3) Chief priests, scribes and local citizens feared Herod's rage, and with just cause. The first thirty years of Herod's reign were marked with rebellion and blood shed. The trembling chief priest and scribes searched the prophetic records, scrolls, and for information about the “blessed event.” They knew that the star heralded the birth of their long awaited king. They knew he was to be born in Bethlehem , eight miles away. But, they didn’t go.

They let fear and disbelief bind them. They could have been there. They could have seen Mary and the Christ Child. They could have worshiped him. But, they didn't. They played it safe.

The Magi sought truth and followed it regardless of the cost. Truth is costly, and gaining truth requires courage, patience and persistence. Truth also commands our response. We all must choose between denial or adjustment. Many post-moderns reflect their denial in such statements as, "truth is relative" and "to each his own”; while others wisely make a conscious choice to adjust their life's course, their attitude, their choices, their words and their energy investments.

It's easy to follow the footprints of the chief priests and scribes of Israel who stayed at home cowering in the darkness while the star shone brightly. They were captives of fear and disbelief. They could not muster enough strength, courage, or commitment to travel from Jerusalem to Bethlehem , a journey of eight miles. They thought playing it safe was wise. But, they were fools.

The wise men’s example made it easier to discern the difference between the walk of the wise and the way of the fool. The wise give thought to their steps (Proverbs 14:15) while the foolish are bound by fear and doubt. Persian non-believers traveled almost two years to see him who was born king of the Jews while the Jewish elite stayed home. Fear, disbelief and the demands of truth caused the Chief priests and scribes to lose their footing. The wise men were seekers of truth. Despite all odds, they kept their perspective, and when they found the One they searched for they worshiped him.

May the Lord, grant us wisdom for our path in 2008. May he add strength to our steps, endurance for the sand in our shoes, and courage to follow the star wherever it leads. May we be forever changed by the Truth!

Amen

Detour Ahead

2007-11-21T18:20:00.000-08:00

The bold orange sign forced me to abandon the highway and take a roundabout route home. Detours confuse me and stress me out. Annoyed by the inconvenience, preferring the direct course of action, I found myself discouraged and depressed by the delay. Despite the fact that detours keep me from danger, flooded roads, washed out bridges, and hazardous road construction, they throw me for a loop leaving me lost and disoriented.

For months, I managed to navigate a series of delays, children, computer failures, and house hunting that constantly interrupted my speaking and writing goals. Even the ministry God gave me seemed to carry me farther from the goal.

Frustrated and depressed by the delay, I found solace in the contents of my refrigerator. That is until the Apostle Paul himself reassured me that God speaks through detours and delays. The detours Paul faced helped me appreciate the delays I am experiencing.

In Acts chapter 16, Paul encountered several delays and detours. When Paul desired to conduct a mission into Asia Minor, the Holy Spirit stopped him at every turn. A journey to Asia Minor was very dangerous. The roadways were treacherous and full of highway robbers. Also, growing opposition to the gospel message threatened Paul’s every step. Could it be that the Spirit thwarted his plans and pushed him on towards Troas for his own protection?

In Troas, God opened a door for Paul to carry the Gospel into Europe by means of a vision. Paul had a dream of a man from Macedonia saying, “Come over to Macedonia and help us.” Paul had no intention of going into Europe, yet that is exactly where God wanted him.

Another unexpected detour to a Roman jail prevented Paul from his planned visit to Philippi . It provided him the opportunity to write the Prison Epistles that changed the world. God used open and closed doors, persecutions and prisons to direct Paul.

“Divine Detours” help us achieve our goals and arrive safely at our destination. Although the last few months have seemed to carry me farther from my goals, I know God has the path laid out. He will bring me safely to the desired destination. Hopefully without any prison or hospital stays.

While “Divine Detours” are delightfully empowering, detours of my own making are merely diverting side trips, wonderings, and endless trips to my refrigerator that will carry me far from the course he lay.

Follow the Leader?

2007-09-03T13:23:00.001-07:00

Fourteen antsy clowns stood in the parade line up. This was our first parade. I waited in line to sign in. Finally, the parade master placed us in the sixth slot directly behind a high school marching band. I smiled and asked, “Exactly where are we going? I am not familiar with the parade route."

“Just follow the band in front of you,” replied the parade master.

“‘Follow the Leader.’ That’s a game I can play!” Moments later I returned to our group. As the parade began, Gilbert asked, “Where are we going?” Pointing ahead at the band already resounding their first piece of music I shouted, “Follow the Leader!”

We marched down Main Street performing clown antics, always keeping in step with the marching band. Unknown to us, the band planned to avoid after parade traffic and leave a little early. So one block past the judge’s stand, they left the designated route and headed to their bus…

As we faithfully followed the marching band, we led an entourage down a side street including four antique tractors, a vintage car carrying a beauty queen and a troop of boy scouts. It seemed that every parade entry received the same instruction to, “Follow the Leader.”

To our surprise, the marching band doubled their pace when they realized that the entire parade followed them down the wrong route. Suddenly, we were leading the parade!

As Christians we are instructed to “Follow the Leader.” Jesus said, “Follow me.” Paul said, “Follow me as I follow Christ.” My parade experience taught me that when you play follow the leader, it’s wise to make sure the leader knows where he is going – or you could end up following a bunch of clowns!

Hospitality Shoes (part 2)

2007-07-10T21:31:00.000-07:00

Hannah, Faith, and Heather Three of our Seven Daughters

Faith sat straight up in bed after having another nightmare. It was a routine attached to her reality following years of abuse. Her everyday world had been a constant nightmare. She was beaten if everything wasn’t done perfectly. Faith entered the foster care system following a series of events that led to her removal from the home of her natural mother. Life, until now left deep scars in her soul.

As clarity returned to her thinking, it brought a much welcomed sense of relief. Tender peace replaced the fright she felt only moments before."That isn’t my life now," she thought smiling to herself.

She remembered the day she ‘found’ her new family. "These people are sure an odd group, but they are real, and their hearts’ doors swing wide open. I can’t imagine what my life would be like now if I hadn’t left my old life behind." She pulled the covers tight, nestled into bed and drifted off to sleep. Faith gained strength when hearts were opened to her.

Every time we meet someone and extend hospitality we open our lives to amazing opportunities and blessings. The possibilities are endless. Hospitality is a gift of friendship. It not only encourages others, it honors God.When we daily "walk alongside" others, we offer encouragement and build up their self-esteem.

This kind of walking suggests a willingness to help and to listen. Such acts of kindness are not only blessed by God, they are contagious! Not only do they help others get through their day acts of kindness can change a person’s life!

Just ask my daughter, Faith.

Mrs. Crane's Hospitality Shoes

2007-06-27T22:30:00.000-07:00

(Picture Debbie with her brother and sister on Christmas morning.)

Mrs. Vearl Crane practiced hospitality. She walked beside others offering words of encouragement and hope. She was completely unaware of the impact of her kindness. Yet she made an eternal difference.

Nineteen Sixty-Five, the year Debbie turned ten, was a banner year. It was the year that her childhood began its exit. That year, one of her father’s brothers stayed with their family for three months after his service in the army ended. During his stay, he gave free rein to his pedophile fantasies and systematically, unconscionably seduced and molested Debbie and her sister.

Sunday morning, shortly after Debbie and sister told their dad what had been happening, they heard shouting coming from the basement office where their father confronted his brother. The door barely closed behind their uncle before their dad sought consolation in a six pack. Their mother’s broken heart found expression in hysterical sobbing as she destroyed the kitchen. They returned to school, and life went on – for everyone else. Inside Debbie’s heart the door of innocence slammed shut. Shame and confusion moved in and would probably have stayed forever if not for Mrs. Crane

Mrs. Crane loved the Lord and was part of a church plant that was two lots over from Debbie’s house. Just before they began holding regular services, they conducted neighborhood Bible lessons to generate interest in church attendance. It was very successful, and many from the surrounding neighborhood became part of that congregation, including Debbie and her sister. When the church held Vacation Bible School that summer, Debbie memorized her first Bible verse. She had never read the Bible, and its words fascinated her. The Bible held the promise of something she had not seen much of at home – peace. Her parents were very productive and loving people, but church was not a priority. With her Father on the road six, sometimes seven, days a week and five children for her mom to keep track of, peace was not a hallmark of the home.

In the fall, Debbie learned about something called Pioneer Girls (now Pioneer Clubs). She wanted to join so badly, but there was a cost involved for the guidebook and uniform, and her family didn’t have any money to spare. That’s when Mrs. Crane learned of her need, and not only did she offer to hand sew her uniform, she purchased her cap, her guidebook and her first Bible.

Vearl knelt before Debbie pinning the hem on her dress. Debbie stood very still and savored the moment. The moment was so powerful so life changing that its memory would linger forever fresh in the mind of the grown woman that was yet to be. When the stitching was finished, kindly Mrs. Crane invited Debbie over for a final fitting. When she zipped up the back of the uniform, slipped the badge-sash over Debbie’s head and arm and reverently placed the cap on her head something magical happened! Debbie looked into the mirror and saw someone she’d never seen before. Suddenly, she moved beyond shame and entered a new room called “possibilities”.

A month later, Mrs. Crane sat with Debbie in the sanctuary after a Sunday morning service, where she patiently answered all of her questions about the Bible and Christ and heaven. Then she gently ushered Debbie into God’s presence and lead her in the sinner’s prayer. Her gift of hospitality offered Debbie indescribable hope. It completely redefined her view of life. Her investment in a ten year old girl made an eternal difference, and it continues to touch those in whom Debbie invests.

There is no substitute for the sense of support one receives in having someone come alongside. Accompanying someone along the way makes an eternal difference

Have you ever had to take a trip and not had someone there to wave as you boarded the plane, bus or train? Acts 20:32-38, Paul’s farewell to the Ephesian Elders ends with this statement in v.38b, “Then they accompanied him to the ship.” In this verse not one or two people accompanying Paul to the harbor; more like a village. Paul had spent three years of his life working, eating, worshiping and living along side the people of Ephesus. They had become his family. Before heading to the ship and leaving them for good, he offered final words of admonition, encouragement and prayer. They, in turn, extended a beautiful gesture of hospitality by accompanying him (“seeing him on his way”) to the ship. There is no substitute for the sense of support one receives in having someone come alongside, whether they are standing in a terminal, a waiting room, a nursing home or a funeral home. Accompanying someone along the way not only adds a priceless dose of encouragement and strength during excruciatingly lonely or difficult times – it makes an eternal difference

It's Easy Bein Green(e)

2007-06-15T06:24:00.000-07:00

The story of my Clown Shoes

"Shoes are companions which the man may take for granted until circumstances reacquaint him with their wonder." Nicholas Johnson

I am a white-faced clown, named Giggles. White-faced clowns stand out. They shine like diamonds and glisten like sparkles on water. They are by nature everything that I long to be. I am like Kermit the Frog, -- green, ordinary and common.

My husband, Ray, is a gentleman hobo named Gilbert with a heart full of laughter. He is elegantly clad in a worn tuxedo with pockets full of balloons. He expertly tips his top hat as he falls and smiles, taking everything in stride. He is a contented and easy going hobo. There is no dichotomy in him. Gilbert is Ray, and Ray is Gilbert.

Gilbert our children are bright, colorful august clowns whose characters reflect that of ‘every man.’ Together we creatively proclaim the love of God and the joy of his salvation!

One hot day in Carrollton Texas, the sun pounded the pavement. We paraded up and down the street in heavy make-up and costumes with temperatures soaring over 100 degrees. Passenger cars loaded with children stopped free brightly colored helium balloons. Clowns greeted children and posed for pictures. Volunteers extended cool drinks and invitations to Vacation Bible School. The afternoon was a grand success.

While preparing to leave the VBS Director requested a performance for the volunteers. A moment’s hesitation evaporated as we unanimously agreed. How could we pass up an opportunity to perform!

I was left to entertain the audience while Gilbert (Ray) and the children set up the show. I reveled in the limelight shaking hands, telling jokes and performing magic until I used every routine and gag I knew.

What was taking so long? Each passing minute grew more awkward. A little girl with a freckled nose spoke up, "Giggles, where did you get your clown shoes?”

I looked down at the brightly colored shoes on my feet. "My shoes? These were my father’s."

My heart raced and memories flashed in my mind as other children joined the quest for information about my shoes. I was on the spot. Should I tell the story of my shoes? Clowns don’t usually tell serious stories. In an ordinary situation, I would have deemed the question answered and moved on. But on this day, with no immediate sign of relief, I had nothing to lose.

I threw my arms out wide, spun, and began the story with exuberance:

"A lot of effort goes into being a clown! First," I said, as I held up my finger with flair, "you need a great sense of humor," with my nose proudly extended in the air. "Like mine! Second," up went another finger, "you need wonderful hair. I am lucky to have this beautiful, naturally curly, green hair!" I patted my hairdo while strutting across the stage.

Children called out, "It’s a wig! Real hair isn’t green!" I stopped short and turned in mock amazement. I leaned toward the audience with my finger to my lips and loudly whispered, "Only my hair dresser knows for sure!"

"See how my hair and petticoat coordinate with my tutti-frutti dress and pantaloons?" I struck the pose of a model and batted my eyes as I said alluringly, "Gilbert says he loves his little “fruit loop.”

“Every part of a clown’s appearance is essential, but the most important thing to a clown is her shoes. No self-respecting clown will go out in public without the right shoes. Finding the right shoes is not easy," I explained. With arms extended I declared, "Clowns have huge feet! Most clown shoes must be custom-ordered and they are very expensive!" Dramatically I removed the contents in my pockets: four balloons, five pieces of candy and a piece of lint.

"So how did I get my clown shoes? These are unique shoes. No clown in the world has a pair like them. They are super dupper special. They cost more than anyone could pay, yet I did not buy them. They did not begin life as clown shoes. They began as ordinary work shoes that belonged to my Dad."

"He was a proud man with only a fourth grade education who built a prosperous business. How many of you are in fourth grade?" I acknowledged the children who raised their hands.

"Even though my Dad did not get a good education, he knew how to make money. He had an eye for profit. He taught himself how to auction and built a thriving antique business. He also owned buildings that he renovated. I was very proud of my Daddy.

“One day, Dad was hard at work repairing a building. He had not noticed that someone else was there also. They hit him over the head, took his money and left. No one saw them. My Dad, who used to toss me high above his head and who tickled me till I cried –– died.

“His death crushed me. My grief was so intense, I could not stand it. Gilbert canceled our upcoming clown show. Our trek to New York for the funeral was a very solemn one.

“After the funeral, Gilbert went back to work while the kids and I stayed in New York. I volunteered to manage one of my Dad’s antique stores until Mother decided what to do.

“It was then that I found the shoes under a big brass bed, exactly where Dad left them. Tears streamed down my face as I put the shoes on my feet and tied the laces. I prayed, ‘Lord, help me this day to honor my father’s memory in all that I do. Amen.’

“I worked hard cleaning, organizing and inventorying the store. I dealt with customers as I dealt with my grief. Every morning when I dressed for the day, I put on Dad’s shoes and prayed, ‘Lord, help me this day to honor my father’s memory in all that I do. Amen.’

“It wasn’t long before Mother heard from the customers, ‘She is so much like her Dad. He must have been so proud of her.’ Some said, ‘She’s her father’s daughter, all right.’ I was glad. I wanted everyone to know I loved my Dad and that I was his little girl.”

I paused and sat down on the edge of the platform. "One Sunday when I went to church the pastor, standing behind a table, served communion." My voice cracked as I pointed to the table next to me on the platform. "The table was just like this one…just like this one. It had the same words on the side: “Do this in remembrance of me.” I looked at the audience. A single tear slid down my cheek. I finally knew what the words meant. I had never done anything in remembrance of anyone before. Now I knew the depth of love and passion that lay behind the words. God spoke to my heart, "Giggles, I am proud that you worked hard to honor your earthly father’s memory –– but what about my memory?”

“In that moment, my focus changed. My desire to that point had been to honor my father’s memory. God reminded me that I should live each day serving Him the same way I had served the memory of my earthly father. I am to live so that everyone will know that I am His daughter.”

I stood and walked slowly across the platform. "Finally," I continued, "the store sold. Gilbert and I packed our belongings and headed home, and I took the shoes with me.”

“Not long after that, I needed new clown shoes. After searching all over town, I realized no one sold clown shoes –– not even Payless! Custom made shoes are very expensive. I did not know what to do.”

“One afternoon, I found myself staring at a display in a craft store. Featured were several pairs of shoes that had been given ‘new life.’ The shoes displayed had been painted. What an inspiration! I could make my own clown shoes! I could paint my father’s shoes!”

“I hurried home and went straight to the storage room to get the box containing my father’s shoes. It had been months since I had worn them. From now on, I would wear them in honor of both my fathers –– the one who had given me birth and the One who had given me life.”

“This morning when I got dressed, I fluffed my hair, put on my makeup, slipped on my tutti-frutti dress and pantaloons, and pulled on my bouncy flouncy petticoat AND slid my feet into my clown shoes. Shoes that once were my father’s work shoes. I tied the laces and prayed, ‘Lord, help me this day to honor my Heavenly Father in all that I do. Amen.’ Each step we take, each path we choose should bring Glory to Him.”

I had been so involved telling the story of my clown shoes . . . that I did not see tears form in the eyes of those gathered around me. I was so overpowered with the presence of my Heavenly Father, that I did not notice how quiet the room had become. In that moment, I was "shiny and sparkly,” not because I was a white-faced clown but because in that moment I knew that my heavenly Father was pleased. I knew that I was his daughter that his likeness could be seen in me.

Why Shoes?

2007-06-15T06:23:00.001-07:00

Our lives are shaped by those we follow. As a child I often tromped around the house wearing my dad’s shoes and wondered if my feet could ever be that big. I was Daddy’s little girl. I followed him everywhere. As I grew, I took on many of his traits and mannerisms. I beamed when I heard others say, “She is so much like her father.” I wanted everyone to know I was his little girl. Interestingly, the same shoes I played in as a child have shaped my clown ministry as well as my spiritual pilgrimage. My Dad’s work shoes became my clown shoes.

Four years ago, the mystique of my Clown Shoes led me on a fascinating journey through Scripture and culture to research the history and significance of shoes. Shoes’ significance has impacted humanity through the ages. Feet, shoes, and related descriptions are powerful metaphors in the Christian experience. In fact every major religion makes effective use of the meaning of walking. Shoes have a key role in the Bible and in the ancient world which has deeply imprinted our collective subconscious.

Galatians 5:25 reads, “Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.” There are so many spiritual lessons to be learned from the shoes we wear. Lace up your walking shoes and join me in learning these lessons as we journey together to God’s heart.

Louis XIV's Platform Shoes

2007-05-30T18:25:00.000-07:00

Platform Shoe by "Mia" and Elton John's Red Platforms

Platform shoes are one of this season’s hottest fashion trends. During the 70’s these shoes were required fashion items for both men and women. John Travolta, Elton John, and Kiss wore bold platform shoes that broke all the rules.

Interestingly, King Louis XIV also wore platform shoes. Despite his many accomplishments as a successful military leader and builder, Louis XIV was not happy. His stature of five foot three so disturbed him that he tried to look taller by wearing elaborate wigs and five and half-inch platform shoes.

His attempts to camouflage his height fooled no one. In fact, his efforts served only to call attention to his insecurity. The truth is, King Louis XIV was a successful monarch. He didn’t need to stand “head and shoulders above the crowd” to be triumphant.

Platform shoes are fun and colorful, but they just as they didn’t bring Louis self-acceptance, public acclaim, or adequate compensation for his height, they won’t do that for us either. Balanced, healthy self-esteem and confidence come from Divine approval and not platform shoes.

Psalm 89:15-16 reads, “Blessed are the people who know the joyful sound! They walk, O LORD, in the light of your countenance. In Your name they rejoice all day long,

And in your righteousness they are exalted.” NKJV

When my youngest wants to know she has my full attention, she takes my face in her hands and turns it to meet hers. In a sense, my face is “shining” on her. Likewise, when God’s face shines on us, we have his attention and his approval. Self-esteem, confidence, and approval come from the knowledge that we are walking in the warm glow of his gaze, and standing in the light of his presence. We benefit from the light of his gaze

Influential Shoes

2007-05-13T18:18:00.000-07:00

I did not find life’s most powerful lessons in the classroom or hear them preached from a pulpit. I saw them lived out before me in the day do day walk of my mother. Her every act and step became an element in the formation of my character.

As a child I learned to recognize the sound of her steps coming down the hall towards my bedroom. The advance warning gave me time to “get my act together before she opened the door.” Through the years, I not only mirrored her steps, I mirrored her actions and her words.

Today when I hear my mother’s approaching steps I still jump. I want to make sure everything is in order and I want to greet her as she comes. Today, my steps echo her presence and her continued influence in my life. Our walk speaks even when our mouth is silent.

At the Feet of Jesus

2007-05-06T06:13:00.000-07:00

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14

Thursday, May 3rd our family attended a local observance of the National Day of Prayer. We joined with other members of our community in prayer for our country and our leaders.

As I stood there, my thoughts turned to Jairus, a synagogue leader. He was a man of position and authority who when impelled by the need of his dying child, abandoned his status and assumed a humble posture at Jesus’ feet. Jarius trusted Jesus and believed in him even after he learned of his daughter’s death. He did not give up hope and as a result, his daughter was restored to life.(Mark 5:22ff)

If Jesus can intervene on behalf of a dead child then hope remains for the desperate battles we face. Dropping all pretenses as we drop to the feet of Jesus continues to be our best chance. Let’s humble ourselves and seek his face.

Treasured Gratitude

2007-04-26T17:34:00.000-07:00

I recently stood sixth in line on a brisk Michigan spring morning waiting for the doors to open at our local Goodwill store. I wondered if anyone else was after the same treasure I was hoping to snag in behalf of my sister. Twenty chilly minutes later, the doors opened to thirty people racing into the store on half-price day. I had no trouble locating the basket my sister requested, and, to my relief, I did not need to ‘wrestle’ anyone for it. Making my way back to my vehicle, I felt like one who ‘went and saw and conquered’ (and in less than thirty minutes)! Once the basket was safely tucked in my car’s trunk, my plan to head straight home was diverted by an almost imperceptible impulse to return to the store. “This is silly,” I thought. “I don’t need to buy anything else today.” Nevertheless, I allowed my curiosity to guide my feet.

Just a few steps inside the front door, all other merchandise blurred from view when my eyes spied something that stopped me in my tracks. I froze near the shelf containing a wonderful find. I did not want to move for fear someone else would seize this treasure before I would have a chance to claim it. I called to one of the clerks and asked her to page someone to help me lift the box. Fifteen minutes later, I victoriously exited the store with seventy-three newly acquired pieces of a vintage magnolia dish pattern titled: “Turquoise” by Lifetime China Company. I was elated! Driving home in a daze, I kept thinking, “what a find!” My delight reverberated around the car’s interior all the way to my driveway.

There are a couple of reasons for my delight that day. First is the contrast of this experience to a yard sale incident several years ago. I was reaching for a stack of the very same pattern when a voice nearby chided, “I already have dibs on those.” I looked up into the eyes of two very agitated faces (the buyer and the seller). Feeling humiliated and disappointed, I slunk my way to another sale down the street. Somehow, my Goodwill conquest left me feeling wonderfully exonerated.

Secondly, as I carried those dishes into my kitchen and set them on the island, I was suddenly so overwhelmed with God’s love and affection for me, that I crumbled in front of a chair and wept. I managed to mutter in conversation with the Lord, “They’re just dishes. I can’t believe I’m crying over dishes. But Lord, I know you did this for me. I know this exquisite gift has been extended to my heart from yours just because you love me and want to bless me. I just don’t understand why you love me so much. Your love is so intimate and so sweet to me. You know me so well, and this latest expression of your care and compassion is so immense. Your love astounds me, and the words ‘thank-you’ seem so shallow compared to this extravagant expression of your affection. I love you too, so very much! Thank you, Father, for extending your favor in such a special way!”

Jacob’s words in Genesis 49:25 have an even greater meaning to me since that day, “…God who helps you…the Almighty who blesses you…” As a parent, my joy is made complete when my kids are content with a gift I’ve given them, but my happiness as a parent ‘flies off the joy chart’ when my kids are ecstatic over a gift I’ve given them! Similarly, I think our Heavenly Father’s joy is multiplied when we express our deepest gratitude and elation to Him over the gifts He gives, and I think His happiness may “fly off the joy chart” when we demonstrate our gratitude by sharing the news of His Son’s sacrifice on the Cross to purchase our pardon. That is a true treasure for the road!

Treasures for the Road by Debbie Harrell

2007-04-26T17:14:00.000-07:00

I want to welcome Debbie Harrell to In Step Living as a Guest Blogger. Debbie's writing is dynamic and passionate. She unearths great treasures that brighten your path and lighten your load. I know you will be blessed by her words. Debbie and her husband Tom live in Michigan.

Contact Debbie at: trnazarene@verizon.net.

Stable Footings

2007-04-19T18:41:00.000-07:00

“…in the midst of life’s shattering moments, the Holy Spirit can bring us stability…”

[p.10, Blessed Be Your Name, by Matt and Beth Redman;

quote taken from forward written by Pastor Jack W. Hayford]

The focus on lives lost in recent storm activity suddenly switched on Monday to the calamitous loss of life at Virginia Tech due to a storm of the most violent nature. Expressions of grief and outrage spilling from countless hearts and eyes onto keyboards, continue to be posted (at a rate of hundreds per hour) at the VA Tech April 16^th Memorial website.

The sudden death of hopes and dreams is enough to drive anyone to their knees and to the edge of sanity as the question “Why?” continues to echo in thoughts and on lips. Is there any safe place left upon which to place our feet? The sentiments being penned reflect a broken-hearted global community longing to comfort the broken people of Blacksburg , VA. The survivors, now in the midst of an uninvited but acute need of healing and peace can be tremendously advanced by worldwide prayer support, and our coming alongside them needs to extend much farther than next Monday morning when classes resume. Those precious folks will need the assistance of our prayer support for many months as they struggle to gain stability for the very shaky ground on which they now stand.

One of the gestures of support for Virginia Tech (students around our nation donning of VT’s sports colors of maroon and orange) touched my heart deeply. But the report of the Washington Nationals baseball team wearing the VA Tech caps as a tribute to the victims during their Major league game against the Atlanta Braves moved me to tears. Center fielder Ryan Church said, “It was an honor to wear that hat.” There was also a posted comment on Wednesday from someone who said that the saddest thing about these deaths is that the world will miss what each one had to offer.

The following words of sympathy (written in 1983 to my sister and brother-in-law following the death of his father) so eloquently express a compassionate heart: “…I was shocked to learn of your father’s death. The very thought of your family’s affliction almost breaks my heart, and the look of the deceased while in life now floats before my eyes. …I herewith pray for the repose of the departed spirit and tender to you my heartfelt condolences on the sad event. With deep sympathy, yours sincerely, Koki Mori.”

While my personal spiritual convictions do not adhere to praying for the departed, I am convinced that God’s Spirit is intimately interested in adding His stability to those whose lives were shattered this week at Virginia Tech. Friday, April 20 has been declared by Gov. Timothy M. Kaine as a “statewide day of mourning for the victims of Monday’s tragedy at Virginia Tech.” At noon , Eastern Standard Time, people around the world will pause to remember and to pray for the families of the thirty-three people who died. May God’s gracious Spirit add His stability to the grief stricken survivors in Blacksburg , and may we continue to pray for their healing.

Guest Blog by Debbie Harrell trnazarene@verizon.net

Judge a Person by Their Shoes?

2007-04-04T09:12:00.000-07:00

“Mama always said there’s an awful lot you can tell about a person by their shoes: where they’re going, where they’ve been.” -- Forest Gump

Most of us can recall a time when our evaluation of another was based on their outward appearance, and it proved to be in error. While first impressions can be accurate, they can also be deceiving. Joshua learned this lesson the hard way.

Joshua followed a “scorched earth policy” in his hostile take over of the Promised Land. On his way to Gibeon he plowed through Jericho and Ai destroying everything in his path.

The fast thinking Gibeonites quickly recognized the severity of their plight and called an emergency conference hoping to avoid total annihilation. Their executive team devised a scheme to counter impending disaster. At the strategy meeting one bright analyst suggested they assume the guise of travelers from a far off country seeking an alliance with Joshua. It was a cleaver ruse. The team’s image consultant coached them in flattery and dressed them for success. He gave them worn out shoes, dirty clothes, and packed their bags with old food. The plan was ingenious.

Joshua took one look at the Gibeonites and falsely assumed their honest intentions. Accepting their alliance, he entered into a solemn agreement trusting his own wits and power of observation. Bottom line – he failed to consult the Lord.

Eventually, the Gibeonites were found out, and their trickery exposed. Joshua a man of honor was forced to keep his agreement with them. Several lessons can be learned from Joshua’s experience. When meeting someone new, it is good to remember that while often accurate, first impressions can be deceiving. Also, take time to asses a situation carefully and consult God before entering into any long term agreements.

Finally, maintain your integrity and own up to your mistakes. Like Joshua, it is best to take responsibility for misjudgments or failures. Remember that although God does freely forgive the repentant heart, there are most often consequences that cannot be avoided. But also, as in Joshua’s experience later on in battle alongside the Gibeonites, God’s power could be counted on to help him through the consequences of his own poor judgment. We serve a most gracious and loving Heavenly Father who will not leave us to face even our consequences alone!

Transforming Shoes

2007-03-21T13:38:00.000-07:00

My Clown Shoes

2007-03-01T11:28:00.000-08:00

Why Shoes

2007-03-01T11:14:00.000-08:00

GPS Shoes

2007-02-27T16:13:00.000-08:00

I am a navigational nightmare. I continually find myself getting turned around. That is why it came as no surprise when my well meaning daughter called attention to an article she found by Kelli Kennedy an Associated Press Writer. She suggested that I purchase several pairs of the shoes described in the article.

Kennedy reported the story of Isaac Daniel, an engineer who invented GPS shoes. The GPS sneakers, available in six designs, resemble most other running shoes. But unlike other shoes these promise to locate anyone with “the press of a button.” Daniels was in New York on business when he received the call that every parent fears. His 8-year old was missing from school. Frantic with fear and overcome with worry he caught the first flight home. When he arrived home he was relieved to find that the entire incident was the result of miscommunication.

The event changed Daniels and inspired him to embed a tiny Global Positioning System Chip into a line of sneakers that provide “peace of mind” to parents, Alzheimer patients and the military. On the down side the shoes cost $325. to $350. a pair and require a monthly monitoring fee of 19.95. At those prices it is clear that these shoes must be reserved for emergency use only. They are not to be used to locate a teen who is out past curfew or the navigationaly challenged mother. Furthermore, although technology is improving, GPS technology often yields “spotty results.”

So until technology improves and the shoes become more cost effective, I will continue to rely on the LORD who looks down from heaven (Psalm 14:2) and numbers my steps (Job 14:16). I find comfort knowing that His "eyes move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His" (2 Chr 16:9 NIV).

911 Emergency Shoes

2007-02-20T14:43:00.000-08:00

Shoes worn by Carolyn's husband, Ray Greene on September 11th 2001

Exodus 12:11 NIV

”This is how you are to eat it: with your cloak tucked into your belt, your sandals on your feet and your staff in your hand. Eat it in haste; it is the LORD's Passover.”

On the eve of the first Passover the children of Israel stood like ancient minutemen. With cloaks tucked in their belts and sandals on their feet, they were ready to march at a moment’s notice. God commanded them to be ready for what lay ahead, and fleeing pharaoh’s army in bare feet across hot desert sand while stumbling on their robes just would not do! Their very lives depended on their making good time, so delays of any kind needed to be meticulously avoided. With their shoes on their feet, robes tied around their waist and a walking staff in their hand, they anxiously awaited the command to depart. We too are to be ready to move when God makes it clear that we are to, “head ‘em up …and move ‘em out!”

Battle-ready spiritual preparedness, or being dressed in the full armor of God, is the result of attention to details in spiritual disciplines. Among the men and women standing ready on September 11th when America faced her 911 call, was my husband, Ray Greene (a communication specialist and bi-vocational minister). Because Ray was ready, God was able to use him to restore phone communication for rescue efforts immediately following the terrorist attack.

Proverbs 20:24 NIV

“A man’s steps are directed by the LORD. How then can anyone understand his own way?”

Do you long to see evidence of God’s active involvement in your situation? While it is often difficult to accept the presence of suffering in life, Proverbs 20:24 assures us that God’s skill is unmatched when it comes to bringing order from confusion. Trusting the outcome to Him who directs our steps is essential in every instance. Joseph’s life is a good example. By learning to recognize the evidence of God’s activity, Joseph was able to trust that God would transform what his brothers meant for harm and use it for good, and many lives were saved as a result [See Gen. 50:20]. If you are currently in a situation that you don’t understand, consider the possibility that God may be doing some of his finest work in your life.