The Extra Mile
Yesterday evening, I reached into the hope chest built by my Dad to grab a pair of shoes I hadn't worn in a while. I hurriedly slipped them on, hopped in the car, and took off to church. I wasn't there long before I realized I had something inside my shoe. My first thought was a pebble and the old saying about walking in someone else's moccasins with a pebble in them. A few steps later, I realized it was more than just a pebble and as soon as I was able to get my hands free, it would have to be tended to. As I slipped my shoe of, I was surprised to find not a pebble but a pair of surgical tweezers. You may wonder as I did, how in the world would they end up in my shoe. I late realized that we had stored a box of Rusty's medical supplies on top of the very hope chest that holds all of my shoes. That's the only thing that even halfway makes sense. As I recalled the incident when I removed the tweezers from my pocket later that night, I was reminded of the old Clay ...