I’ve gone through some shoes since I’ve moved to San Francisco. I’m not talking about cosmetically gone through them. I mean, I have worn down the soles to the point where shoes lack cushion and holes are all over.
I love walking in San Francisco (much more than walking in Memphis). And the longer I do it, the more I realize that I love walking in cities.
Recently, I visited Birmingham, Alabama. I used to live in Bham and when I was there, you didn’t walk anywhere, much less use public transportation. Having returned with new life experiences, the city had a totally different feel for me. A 30-minute walk through the heart of the city wasn’t an inconvenience anymore. I was actually excited about the walk! Since moving and getting rid of Frank the Tank (my trusty Suburban), I have come to see walking as my primary method of transportation.
When people come visit SF, we get to walk around a lot. I’ve given a bunch of SF tours to friends and family (and strangers that become like friends and family). I don’t charge for these tours (but donations are accepted). The tours that people walk away from with a passion and love for the city of San Francisco always include one thing - a lot of walking. I’ve come to say it like this:
If you feel it in your feet, you’ll feel it in your heart.
I do my best to advise people to bring comfy shoes but there are always the outlying cases. Some people’s ideas of comfy shoes are low-top Converse which inevitably blister and turn into an emergency. And some people refuse to wear socks resulting in a smell worse than the sea-lions of Pier 39. These are just a part of life in the concrete jungle. I don’t have to change my engine oil but I have to change my socks way more regularly.
I’ve always been into shoes but never could find my size. And growing up, we didn’t really do a lot of designer shoe shopping (as in none - thank God for Academy Sports and Outdoors (the right stuff the right price)). Since I’ve grown up, I have come to see the value in what’s on your feet. My dad always tells me of the lesson his dad taught him growing up, “Take care of your feet, son.”
Now that I’m walking more and more, I’m always on the hunt for comfortable shoes. That’s the highest priority for me. I’ve invested in gel insoles. Call me grandpa all you want but those things are heavenly! Shoes that last and stand up to the rigors of life on the streets are magical. I even treat shoes with protective products to keep them fresh longer. It’s amazing how much extra effort I put into shoes now!
As I’m more interested in foot care, I often think of the scripture in Romans 10:15 NKJV
And how shall they preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace, Who bring glad tidings of good things!”
It’s amazing being sent to the city of San Francisco to preach the Good News of God’s love and grace. What's been cool is that I’ve seen God keep my feet beautiful through some amazing shoes. Maybe that’s an unspoken reward of being a preacher - good shoes! Maybe not but either way, I’m very thankful for how God has given me amazing shoes and stepped my shoe game up since I’ve moved to San Francisco to help start a church.
I don’t know what condition your feet are in currently, but I do know that there’s someone who considers your feet to be beautiful. Feet can get pretty gnarly, but there’s someone that loves them. God cares for your feet. And the more we bring good news to people, the happier they are and they happier our feet are. Maybe that’s something you’ve never thought of. Maybe I’m wrong and there’s no connection to happy feet outside of penguins dancing. Either way, it’s cool to be reminded that God cares about us and is a Good Father that even cares about the things we care about.
So pray that God would move on the hearts of companies to make cool shoes for big feet. And more importantly, that my feet will be strengthened and cared for as I continue to bring Good News to people in San Francisco.