Some people have clothing specifically designed for running. Some have one single mug that always holds their coffee. Some have a spot where they always vacation, or their very own chair in the living room.
My husband has funeral shoes.
He bought them several years ago when he was honored to be a pall bearer for the funeral of a fellow teacher. And just like you would never drink lemonade out of that coffee mug, or let the dog steal your chair, he doesn’t wear his funeral shoes to regular services.
They are set apart.
They are his funeral shoes.
They are his gardening shoes.
They are the shoes he wears when he plants his people in the ground, knowing that when Christ returns and the heavenly harvest comes he will see them all again.
For the funeral today he had to dust them off. Blessedly, there had been no other planting since we arrived.
In our first congregation the funeral shoes and dresses and jackets will be dusted off Thursday as they do a little planting of their own.
And such will be the case in every Christian congregation until Easter 2.
Yes my husband has funeral shoes, but more importantly, he has wedding attire. You do too.
And while we gladly let those funeral shoes get dusty, we keep our wedding attire freshly pressed because He’s coming soon.
Like, today would be good.
Come, Lord Jesus.