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Theology in the Trenches

by Kathleen Kjolhaug

 

Summer was busy. New baby…check. Travel completed…check. Son getting married…

Before driving the distance in order to arrive on time to our son’s wedding, we began making sure all was in order. New skirt for me…check. New top for me…check. New shoes for me…check. So far so good…all was looking good in order to look good for the wedding.

Old suit for hubby…check. Old shirt for hubby…check. Old shoes for hubby...? “So what happened to the two pairs of black shoes that were in the entry?” he asked. Only one pair remained and trust me when I say this, they were not looking good.
“Did you put the other pair somewhere?” We pointedly pondered aloud to one another.

“Not I,” said I.

“Not I,” said he.

We began searching in earnest discussing the possibilities of their whereabouts. It was zero hour and we needed to leave. At this point he had no other choice than to try on the old beasts that sat before us. He sat down to do just that. I waited and watched, and after several minutes, broke the silence. “Do they fit?”

“Sort of.” In dad language it meant: Yes they do, I’m going to wear them, and I am not going spend any money on something I will only wear once in a while…so let’s get going.

My facial expression must have conveyed the horror before me because he quickly offered, “I can buff them up. That will make them look better.”

A quick text brought clarity as number two son confessed to snagging the good pair we’d been searching for and so it goes. Man to man nobody cared. Woman to man, no man wanted to hear it. And man to woman, there was only one option because he was in the driver’s seat…literally.

Into the car the shoes were tossed, and off we went. Upon our arrival a bit more discussion ensued, and he took it upon himself to look into the possibility of purchasing a different pair. Off he trotted to make the investment. When he returned with no package in hand, the dad talk began once again. “I’m not paying seventy bucks for a pair of shoes!”

And…he didn’t. And…nobody noticed. And…the wedding went off without a hitch.

Matthew agrees. “Why are you worried about clothing? But if God so clothes the grass of the field will He not so much more clothe you? Your heavenly Father knows seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.”  Dad language well spoken. Amen.