THE SAGA OF THE SACRED SANDALS
I call them my ‘sacred sandals.’ On two visits to Israel, they’ve walked where Jesus walked, climbed to the top the stony slopes of Mount Sinai, and wandered through ancient churches and cathedrals in Europe. However, within hours of planting my feet on Israeli soil, the fastener on my right sandal snapped. Obviously three times on this ancient earth was too much!
I searched the gutters and footpaths for my repair material for days until, with great excitement I found it – a piece of thin gauge wire. King Herod came to the rescue. On the dusty trail to the top of the remains of his egotistical palace at Herodion, outside Bethlehem, my prayers were answered.
Luxury has now returned to my feet and my hope is, I’ll walk with ease and comfort the many remaining kilometres of my pilgrimage.