Above, you should see a picture with a lot of boxes. This blog post isn’t intended to let you know about my satisfaction (some would say it’s an obsession) with shoes that are made by the Nike brand. The goal is something far greater. Let’s look at the boxes. On all of the boxes you see two tags. The first is an indicator as to what the shoe is. It isn't its identity; it simply clarifies it. Its identity is found inside the box, wrapped in that protective paper. The color and design are the identity for the ones whose focus is simply style. Comfort, durability, and ability are the identity for the shoes which were designed to complete an athletic task.
The other tag is a clarifier of identity to another extent. It is the tag that indicates the item was on sale. Some of the boxes have multiple tags that show how the price of the shoe kept getting less and less expensive. These little stickers don’t just let us know that I shop at the Nike Clearance store and that frugality runs deep within me; these stickers say that no one wanted the things inside the boxes. The multiple stickers, the beat up sides of the boxes, and the absence of lids on these boxes further tell the tale. The shoes were passed from one store to the next, unwanted. Even when they were half the price of similar options, they went undesired.
The end of the story is that they are in this picture. Someone wanted them. They fit someone’s needs perfectly. As someone who roots for underdogs, these shoes fit right into who I am. These unwanted, undesired, and underpriced pieces of fabric can be a life lesson for us all in more ways than just the fact that when they finally come into my possession they become noticed and complimented repetitively. The real life lesson from all of those shoe boxes comes from the one box in the picture that only has one sticker. It is the box that is home to my most recent pair of Nikes. Inside that piece of cardboard rests the new Paul George All-Star shoes. Thanks to someone who wanted to get me a gift, for once I got a pair of shoes that was not on sale. I was able to show a shoe that it was wanted from the get go. I didn’t have to settle because of my frugality. I was looking for a great shoe that had durability for a tennis court and comfort for a basketball floor; I got exactly what I needed.
That’s our life lesson. We are the holders of something much more special than a pair of shoes inspired by a famous guy who happens to be really tall and really good at putting a piece of leather and rubber into a metal circle. Inside each of us is a heart and mind that were specifically designed by the Creator of the universe. And far beyond the limits of a desired shoe, our hearts are wanted and were bought: not on sale and not at a discount store. They were bought full-price on a cross with the blood of the King of Kings.
I’m sure that’s not why the Nike Hyperlive Lmtd. shoes are blood red, but the coloring serves as a reminder to me that I am wanted, just as I am, at the cost I am. That is reason to rest assured for sure.