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barefoot and religious

Running in cushy modern running shoes is like joining up with a mega-church. It's new, stylish, involves lots of money and modern ideas but may in the end be bad for us. Maybe it's time to ditch emergent evangelicalism and learn to run and worship as the caveman did. Maybe the new cutting edge coffee sippin Mars Hill Church isn't what we need. Maybe it's time to get down and dirty. Maybe it's time to drink lots of beer and experience the sensual pleasures of this good earth. Maybe it's time to tread lightly and with grace, to conserve energy and not waste it. Maybe the custom orthotics and preacher man are hurting us with their rigid dogmatic ways. Maybe the pain we tried to avoid and bury with layers of EVA foam was trying to tell us something we needed to hear: Stop. Heal. Grow. Love.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2011 at 10:14 PM

    I'm not yet willing to give up my orthotics that made running possible for me 16 years ago, but I wholeheartedly approve of a beer-drinking, earth-loving run.

    Keep up the good work Jayme, I'm so excited that we've reconnected, and that you've found such a positive way to channel your energy.

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