On a recent hill climbing outing a minister watched helplessly the dissolution of the soles of one of his parishioner’s boots. Long before the climb ended the parishioner was walking only on the inner lining of his boots.
We couldn’t help but laugh at the number of jokes mined from the rich vein on this incident.
“What does it profit a man to have conquered Ben Lomond, but to have lost his sole in the process?”
One of the soles was abandoned on the climb up, “poor wee lost sole,” but recovered on the trip down, “the angels in heaven rejoice when the lost sole is found.”
“You shall love the boots you wear with all your heart and sole.”
“He gave his all to the mountain, heart and sole.”
“For you have delivered my soles from death and my feet from falling so that I may walk before my God in the light of life,” (Psalm 56:13).
“Perfume and incense make the heart glad, but the sole is torn (off) by trouble,” (Psalm 27:9).
“The word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edged sword, piercing until it divides sole from boot…” (Hebrews 4:12).
“Deliver, O Lord, my soles from death.”
You get the idea, so I want to invite you to waste as much time as possible today by searching your soles for other sole destroying comments. You might also consider the soles of his feet for possible ideas. Submit them in the “Comment” section of the blog and I’ll see what I can do to weave them together in some sort of soleful narrative, because “laughter is good for the sole.”