My Spiritual Pedicure. I walk into this gawdy storefront in my ball cap raggedy old shirt and cargo shorts. My hands dinged from demolition and framing, burned from touching a hot reciprocating saw blade a big nasty down the front of my left shin from where I dropped a 12 sheet of 5/8 sheetrock on it two weeks ago. I have my athletic socks and well worn Dock Martin boots with a fair share of mudd. I walk in the front door and the manager gives me that up and down look and says with nose upturned can I help you? to which I reply I would like a pedi she says snydely basic pedicure thirty dolla. Me, a little indignant and?? So, she screeches Vivian!! (obviously viv, who spoke very, very, little english was the low tech on their totum pole) Then, here comes Vivian smilling ear to ear, come, come ,come and proceeds to lead me to a throne where I remove those nasty old boots. Vivian fills the basin with warm water and I climb up into the throne. Viv takes one look at these old dawgs, picks up a menu points to the words calus treatment $5 I eagerly nod yes. From there the heaven begins, good smelling stuff in the water, more ointments and stuff rubbed all over, The cheez grater all over, Viv happily showing me the pound of dead skin removed, then more ointment which she rubbs all over these freakily muscular and shredded calves, she points at the 3 (been healing for two weeks) gash on my leg, looks up at me, points at it and says so sorry, hurts, with real concern in her eyes. She clips, files, cleans...then asks if i want her to do my fingers, to which I say sure. Again, she acknowledges the burn on my left thumb and says hurts with the same compassion as before. She thoroughly cleans the dirt and whatever filth I have scratched from wherever and been carrying around under my nails for I dont know how long. The lady at the front represents the lies satan has tried to throw at me my whole life, who are you to thank your dirty self is worthy to come to the throne or worthy of even your name? Vivian represents MY SWEET JESUS, who looks right past my filth, deadness, inequity and sin and pours love all over me. Could not help think of HIM on his hands and knees scrubbing the camel S@#$ off those 24 nasty feet while in nearly the same motion looking at those 12 dudes and saying I am going to bleed out for you and my body is going to be broken for you, Like I said, a spiritual experience The question now is am I going to emulate Jesus and be a foot washer (servant)?
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 09:41:25 +0000
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