Sarah's obsession are high heels. Her grooming only becomes complete with those high heels. Incredibly, she glides gracefully in her 5-inch shoes. She naturally points her toes straight ahead and sets her heel down comfortably. She is elegantly poised as she keeps her legs close together while swinging her arms alternately with her feet: the right arm as she steps with her left foot, and the left arm as she steps with her right foot.
Whenever she walks with those heels, she makes sure that she looks forward so as to avoid anything on the ground that may cause her to trip and fall. Because of Sarah's smooth and easy style of carrying her heels, she gets a lot of wows from the men and many envious stares from the women. Actually, Sarah knows she looks quite alluring in her high heels so she sometimes intentionally sways her hips to gain more attention from the passers-by.
It is a bright Sunday morning. Sarah is going to church. She is, as always, in her high heels. Her cellphone rings. It is her best friend Anna asking her if she wants to go shopping. "There are some new styles of high heels at the mall today", Anna excitedly tells her. New styles of high heels! Sarah's weakness. "Sure, I'll meet you there right now!", Sarah is thrilled.
As Sarah turns around to head toward the direction of the mall, the hem of her long chic skirt gets caught in her heels. Down she falls on the pavement. She loses her composure. It is quite an embarrassing sight. Sarah's vanity is mortally injured. She looks up the sky and prays, "God, please get me out of this mess."
At once, Sarah hears God's heavenly voice: "Finally I got your attention, Sarah. Were you going to church or to the mall?"
Sarah quivers. She cannot lie to God, can she? "I was going to church, Lord."
"You were going to church and then...?", God asks softly.
Sarah looks scared. "Well, I...I... oh, God, I'm so sorry. I'm going to church now."
She stands up, brushes the dirt from her skirt, runs her fingers through her hair and heads for the church. As she moves her right foot, she loses her balance. The heel of her right shoe is broken. She cries out again, "Lord!"
God answers, "Yes, Sarah, I'm still here."
Sarah removes her high heels, throws them as far as she could off the road, looks up the sky and says, "Lord, I don't really need those high heels after all. I can reach heaven without them. I only need you."
And with that, Sarah runs to the church barefooted. No longer is she concerned about her bearing because her heart is now full of divine serenity.