The first question that many of my readers might have is, “What
does discalced mean?” It simply means “without shoes”. In Exodus 3:4-6 we see
God revealed himself to Moses at the burning bush with the command for him to
take off his sandals.
houses of worship because they know the street is unclean and don’t want to track the grime and gutter-grunge of their world into the presence of their hosts.
There were men and women of faith in centuries past that who became convinced that the monastic orders of which they were a part had grown too worldly, and were seeking their own pleasure instead of being wholehearted followers of Jesus. It seems that they irritated their own people with all their talk of reform and either chose—or were forced—to leave and start their own missional communities. One sign of their devotion was to stop wearing shoes, or later, to wear only sandals. For example, St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross started the Discalced Carmelite orders in the 16th Century.
When the Lord saw that
he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And
he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off
your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” And he
said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and
the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God.
Even today, many cultures do not
wear their shoes into homes or houses of worship because they know the street is unclean and don’t want to track the grime and gutter-grunge of their world into the presence of their hosts.
There were men and women of faith in centuries past that who became convinced that the monastic orders of which they were a part had grown too worldly, and were seeking their own pleasure instead of being wholehearted followers of Jesus. It seems that they irritated their own people with all their talk of reform and either chose—or were forced—to leave and start their own missional communities. One sign of their devotion was to stop wearing shoes, or later, to wear only sandals. For example, St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross started the Discalced Carmelite orders in the 16th Century.
My story has nothing to do with
medieval mendicant orders, at least not directly. But they removed their shoes
as a symbol of a radical commitment to follow Jesus rather compromising their convictions
to serve the status quo.
Some years ago I had a similar
experience. I was at a gathering of pastors and leaders from a number of
churches for a three day time of mutual encouragement and seeking the Lord
together without the normal conference-style agenda. During our last time of gathered worship, I felt strongly that the Lord wanted me to take off my shoes. I have to confess that I wasn’t very open to
the idea. To my rational German/British upbringing it made no sense, and I
could discern no explanation for the prompting. The music was quite loud in a
rather small space so I moved to the back of the room to sort things out and
preserve what was left of my hearing. While standing there in the midst of a
time of praise I finally made the decision to obey the prompting of the Holy Spirit and
humble myself by removing my shoes…opening myself up to potential embarrassment
if questioned. It was a profound moment of surrender, over a very simple
request, where I had to trust that responding to the Lord was more important
than any appearances. After the service ended, I put on my shoes and headed for
the airport to fly home. Still, I had no explanation in my heart, from the Lord,
about why I had been asked to take my shoes off. There was not even a hint of the “for
this is holy ground” that Moses had received at the burning bush. However, I knew
that at that moment I was in right relationship with the Lord and wasn’t
holding anything back.
On the flight to Atlanta, I was
privileged to sit next to a critical care nurse headed to visit her aging
mother in California. After a time of chatting about my destination in Oregon,
she labeled herself as a “lapsed Catholic New Age practitioner.” Upon hearing
this I asked her to tell me about what that meant. She was surprised that I was
interested, saying “Most Christians I meet don’t want to hear anything about
what I believe.” This led to a delightfully serene conversation about our core
convictions while the plane was increasingly batted about by the thunderstorm raging
outside.
At one point she confessed that she could tell that I must be “a holy man” for I had “very clean energy.” I thanked her for the compliment. At that point, I realized that if I hadn’t humbled myself at the Lord’s request just a couple of hours earlier, she would probably not have noticed any “clean energy” emanating from me. It was the Holy Spirit that guided me in an unhurried, patient, and kind approach, my discalced diplomacy if you will, which created space for thoughtful and authentic interaction to occur. I consciously left my ideological shoes at the door so as to hear her in her own words, instead of parroting of all the anti-New Age authors and apologists I may have heard in the past.
I listened respectfully, asked
clarifying questions when necessary, and thanked her genuinely for helping me
understand her perspective, with only the admission, “that is very different
from what I believe.” A few minutes later she asked me about my beliefs and how
they were different from her own.At one point she confessed that she could tell that I must be “a holy man” for I had “very clean energy.” I thanked her for the compliment. At that point, I realized that if I hadn’t humbled myself at the Lord’s request just a couple of hours earlier, she would probably not have noticed any “clean energy” emanating from me. It was the Holy Spirit that guided me in an unhurried, patient, and kind approach, my discalced diplomacy if you will, which created space for thoughtful and authentic interaction to occur. I consciously left my ideological shoes at the door so as to hear her in her own words, instead of parroting of all the anti-New Age authors and apologists I may have heard in the past.
As things grew more turbulent
outside, I noticed there were others listening in on our conversation. There
was the woman one row in front of us who had turned her head so that she could
listen through the gap between the seat-backs. There was the middle-linebacker looking man
across the aisle whose reddened face and bulging neck veins who made me wonder
if he disagreed with what I was saying or was fighting airsickness. To my surprise,
once we landed, a co-worker of mine, who had been seated five or six rows away
said that everyone around us had been listening and he had been praying for hearts to be receptive to the gospel presented conversationally.
There is a verse of conventional wisdom, nearly a thousand
years old, which says,
For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
The proverbial lesson, that every small detail matters, is
not lost on me. We have no excuse to be lazy or careless in our calling. Yet I
also know the Lord often works in counter-intuitive ways.
So, what if we intentionally
took our metaphorical shoes off when engaging others with diverse perspectives
and world-views? What would happen if we simply took off the ideological combat
boots of the culture wars and the supple-to-hand designer shoes of our
consumption-based economy, and went barefoot for a bit? Then after slowing down
and stepping on a rock or two we tried to walk in the other person’s proverbial
moccasins for a mile or so.
I remember having to walk down a gravel road to the beach and
back many times while growing up and most often we were barefoot. The gravel
was uneven and sharp which made the trip painful, slow, and a bit unsteady as
we tried to pick our way through and find the best route for everyone. Perhaps
we should approach our times of inter-faith and multi-ethnic diplomacy the same way…slowly and sacredly.
“Let
your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how
you ought to answer each person.” (Col. 4:6)
[Update: I wrote this five years ago, but in recent weeks we have seen the world changed by the Covid-19 virus. Many areas are on lockdown or at least social distancing. One thing that public health leaders advised early on was to not wear shoes in the house. Instead of potentially tracking the virus into our homes, let's take off our physical and metaphorical shoes out of love for others!]