Peace Apparel...

Yesterday afternoon I caught Creideamh's rant about Tom's shoes and pseudo-charitable capitalism. Now I wouldn't know a pair of Tom's shoes if they were in front of me... (actually - in looking for the photo on the left I have seen a number of them and doubt I will buy some any time soon... neither my podiatrist nor physiotherapist would approve.) I buy shoes on an absolute need to basis. Indeed that is my approach to all clothing... Wear it until it is no longer fit for purpose (and probably long after), no matter how unfashionable or, at times, unflattering it is...

But perhaps I have missed an entrepreneurial opportunity... Perhaps the is a gap in the market for "Peace apparel." Where does this hare-brained scheme come from? Well in preparing for last Sunday's sermon on "The Coming Kingdom of Peace" and this week's one on the "Coming Kingdom of Justice" which features John the Baptist and his unique approach to couture, I came across this quote by Brueggemann, describing peacemakers:

People notice peacemakers because they dress funny. We know how the people who make war dress - in uniforms and medals, or in computers and clipboards, or in absoluteness, severity, greed, and cynicism. But the peacemaker is dressed in righteousness, justice, and faithfulness - dressed for the work that is to be done.

Walter Brueggemann

I wonder do peacemakers wear Tom's Shoes?

Selah

Creideamh

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