I'm not sure why, but when the temperature hits about fifty degrees, many children start to run around out of doors with no shoes. It is a little odd to see my children running around with a coat and bare feet, but I guess that it works. Perhaps they have a point. I have heard many a statement about the amazing amount of heat you lose through your head -- never one about how much you lose through your feet.
Anyway, bare feet makes for dirty feet -- sometimes really dirty feet. The other day, I was giving Elliot a bath and noticing his filthy feet, I said "Whose feet are really dirty?"
As quick as anything, he replied: "Vince's!"
"No," I said. "Your feet are really dirty, Elliot."
"No," he shrieked. "My feet aren't dirty, Vince's are!"
I'm not sure why he was so offended that I should identify his feet as dirty, but he knew how to deflect the accusation. All he had to do was to point to his brother's feet.
I can identify all too well with my three year old. For, I am clean, but not all. Yet, it does me no good at all to shift attention to my brother's problems, rather than deal with sin in my life.
I have learned long ago that it is better to let your Dad wash your feet, than to go to bed with mud between your toes.
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