It’s a lovely summer morning here – could be a little warmer
but hey, I’m not complaining. The sun brightens up any day.
Walking along with Dusty, I was prayerfully putting on the
armour of God (Ephesians 6), and when I got to the ‘shoes of the readiness to
share the gospel of peace’ I suddenly thought of dancing shoes.
Usually I think of Roman sandals. Big and protective, clumpy
with studs underneath perhaps, useful in a fight. But today I thought of the
joy of knowing God. And that made me think of dancing shoes. Little white pumps
like our niece’s toddler wore for a wedding last week. Dainty and light and
pretty.
Too often being a Christian seems to make people frown with
concentration on how to do it. How to be good. How to help others. How not to
criticise or gossip. But really, the essence of the gospel is joy.
God loves us so much he wants us to live with him forever.
He loves us as precious sons and daughters even when we mess up. He is a good
God, in a good mood, with a smile on his face when he looks at us.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom and love
and laughter and life.
I’m putting on my dancing shoes today. No more clumpy work
sandals for me.
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