The sandaled feet walked slowly along the pathway. It was a long, dirty pathway that was well trodden by the feet of the thousands of daily mourners. These feet dragged a bit and were devoid of energy. They were dirty, sweaty, and worn. They were the feet of the weary, the hopeless, and the tired. Such a dreary walk for any man or woman to have to make.
I heard a line in a movie once that said, “Never underestimate the power of showing up”. In the movie, about a little league team in the slums of a big city, the coach told the little leaguers to have the courage to show up despite those who might “encouraged” them to stay away or threatened them because they did not “fit in” with the regular crowd.