My Tender Feet Taking Me to the Cross

I have soft feet. I know it sounds like I am bragging but I am not. I am lamenting. I used to play basketball all the time so my feet looked like they belonged to a different species. Now all I do is bicycle so my feet have become soft and girly. I mean girly in that they are soft, they are still hairy and pretty gross looking. I didn't want to lose my masculine readership. Anyway, I have been trying to toughen them up and have been going around barefoot. The other day I get a cut on the bottom of one of my tender toes. I didn't notice at first but after a while it let me know. I have been thinking about the system God has installed of pain. It is a pretty amazing system. I would not have thought of it. The body is populated by millions of little pain sensors. Pain lets me know something is wrong and needs to be addressed. It is true with my toes, it is true with my soul. C.S.Lewis said that God whispers to us in our pleasure but he shouts through our pain. He called it God's megaphone. Almost everyone I know wants to avoid pain and yet it is pain that is my first step back toward wholeness. And we are back to the pattern of the cross. Pain letting us all know something is desperately wrong and then that pain being the first step and necessary step toward wholeness. I like it when I see something that God set up that I would never think of. Something that is a pattern I experience every day that reminds me of the wonder of the cross. So today, be thankful for pain. It is a gift and let the gift of pain remind you of the cross and pull you to the Savior.