
I visited a remote town in the foothills of the Nayar mountains in Mexico and this was the result of a brief stop at a zapataria. You never know where inspiration may strike!
I titled this personal expression drawing, "For Him" and then wrote the following:
"I was amazed as I watched the cobbler take the long slender strips of leather in his hands and skillfully weave them together. It was though his fingers were performing a beautifully choreographed dance, handed down from father to son. These sandals or "huaraches" as they are called, lead a long life of service, carrying their owners over cobblestones and across dusty fields. And over time, they even mold themselves to the shape of his feet.
I congratulated the artisan on his fine work. Did he have a size 9 and a half(My husband's size)? He did.
I think about the sandals that Jesus wore. For the cobbler it was probably only one more pair in a line of endless pairs that he had made in his lifetime. He was just doing his job, but maybe when he made the pair for Jesus his outlook changed. Maybe for the first time he saw his work as something noble, as something of service towards God and his fellow man. Perhaps he started taking more pride in what he was doing. Maybe he made an extra pair when it was inconvenient because someone had a special need. Perhaps he even stopped thinking about the bottom line and started to hand out pairs to the poor! It's possible that he began to hum and whistle as he worked. Who knows?
I do know that when we perform our ordinary everyday duties with him in mind, they become holy; set apart and life ceases to be mundane. That whatever we do driven by love for Him and others lasts for all eternity."