Let's face it: I love wearing sandals.
I think they're comfortable, airy, stylish, and often make me feel like Jesus. Especially when I wear my white Hilton Hotel robe and blue sash from the fabric store with them. I can think of no MORE first century fashion statement - except maybe a donkey. Or a beard.
At the very least, when I wear sandals, I feel like Elijah. And sometimes the Apostle Thomas, when I'm feeling "Doubt-y" at the time.
Here in this passage, we learn that there is the very real possibility for trouble if you happen to be a "sandal wearing guy with a dead brother who doesn't really dig your sister-in-law."
Lucky for me, while I DO wear sandals, I do NOT have a brother (dead or otherwise). So... I'm kinda in the clear on this one, I guess. NO matter what I do, my family will not be known as a "house of a sandal-less" one.
Whew. That's a relief. I tell ya, the Old Testament can be such a comfort.
As together we stand and sing.