Two-year-old Hilary loved being with her daddy, especially if it meant getting out of the house.
When the opportunity arose one day to walk with him to the local Taiwanese market, she raced to the door to find her newly-acquired plastic slippers. Although they were a little big for her feet, Hilary had fallen in love with the pink “Hello Kitty” slides, because they were just like those of her big sister.
The problem was that the shoes were not only like Hannah’s, but also Hannah’s size.
I went ahead and bought them from the street vendor, thinking that we could save them until Hilary grew. Yet, despite my efforts to keep them in her closet for future wear, Hilary kept dragging them to the shoe cabinet that held all the other “outdoor shoes”.
As Hilary put on the open-toed slides, the only thing that halted her entire foot from going through was the rest of her leg. Regardless of the fact that all of her toes were completely off the front end of the shoe, she was determined to wear her new slippers to the store.
As mothers of toddlers sometimes must, I acquiescenced.
Now Mark always slowed his pace considerably for Hilary’s small stride, but today her shoes were an especial hinderance. “Wrong feet,” she announced and Mark stopped to help her switch them from one foot to another.
Within minutes, the inevitable pause came again. “Wrong feet,” she repeated this time with gusto. Assuming that her dad didn’t know what he was doing when he switched them the first time, she traded them back to their original position.
After a few more steps, an exasperated little girl stomped her feet onto the pavement.
“Wrong shoes!” she exclaimed and with a couple of swift kicks, sent the new slippers sailing into the nearby bushes.
“And having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace” (Ephesians 6:15).
Could it be that when we find ourselves kicking against evangelism, that we are actually wearing the wrong footwear? Yes, it could either be on backwards, but maybe it simply doesn’t fit us?
We are instructed to be prepared. Yet, how often has our message been one of rote memorization rather than the just the natural prompting of the Holy Spirit?
“Father, help me to better listen to Your Voice. I want to repeat what You are saying to the world. I know that it will be a perfect fit.”