Go Barefooted this Christmas !
That’s what God told Moses. I like that. I love to take off my shoes. I love to go barefooted. Don’t you? You know:
barefooted on the lush, green grass in the springtime;
barefooted on the smooth sand at the beach;
barefooted in a cold stream in the mountains;
even barefooted on the floor at home.
It sort of allows you to get in touch with your senses… your feelings… yourself. Just the feel of your bare feet touching something wonderful… that’s special. We miss so much when we are not barefooted.
Moses was missing the whole show until God told him to take off his shoes. He was on ‘holy ground.’ And when the shoes came off… Moses saw things and understood things and felt things that he had missed before. Moses was, indeed, standing on ‘holy ground.’
Maybe there is more ‘holy ground’ than we imagine. Maybe everywhere we stand is ‘holy ground.’ Maybe God is present everywhere and we don’t even know it… and until we take off our sandals we, too, will miss the whole show.
Or maybe, all this is just the reflections of an ol’ Tar Heel who loves to go barefooted. But I remember that Jesus washed the bare feet of his disciples. And I remember my bare feet being washed at North Decatur at a Maundy Thursday service. Those were special times.
So maybe, just maybe, God come to us easiest when we have removed the outer layer of stuff that keeps us from the real thing… the protective coating that keeps us from knowing that God is burning up to talk to us and to tell us about a divine plan for us and for all God’s children.
So let’s go barefooted this Christmas!! We are on ‘holy ground’ (always) and God is with us and God is coming again. Thanks be to God.
Prayer: Gracious God, you are not hidden from me. I hide myself from you. Take away all that I put between us. Let us be one together… and let me, too, like Moses, finally hear and respond to the cry of suffering and misery of your children. Amen.