I have never in my life worn sandals. Talk about flagrantly refusing to be like Jesus.
I’m a sneakers guy. I would prefer wearing nothing on my feet except for sneakers. Sneakers and white sweat socks. That’s who I am. Always ready for action.
If you wear sandals to a picnic and they want to play softball or something, you’re out of luck. I don’t like being out of luck. In addition to shunning sandals, I’ve never worn cowboy boots. My brothers have, but not me. I severely dislike flip-flops, and will only wear them to go swimming. Dress shoes make my teeth ache. The sooner I can get out of them, the happier I am. The happiest I am is when I don’t need to wear dress shoes to begin with.
I have several pairs of casual shoes that I wear to work, but they are soft and pliable and comfy. Not as comfy as sneakers, but they’ll do. I get kidded about wearing sneakers to church, whether I ‘m wearing Dockers, jeans, or shorts. I didn’t wear sneakers at my previous church, because it somehow seemed inappropriate, but the first week at Anchor, I was in sneakers and have been ever since. Will make an exception on Easter. I’m a sneakers guy, and Anchor is a sneakers church, and all is well in my world.
Hammer and nail, hand and glove, rhythm and blues, Harley and Davidson, lock and key, sneakers and Steve. We go together. No doubt about it.