Wash a few feet as you conduct your life barefoot and there will be a constant reminder.
It works . . . for awhile.
(at least it was a good learning experience for me, aside from the two nails that went through these feet and the glass that cut until callouses developed.
Oh, i know it sounds crazy (now even to me), but it definitely gives one a different perspective altogether
. . . especially being grateful for even shoes
and in learning the meaning of what Moses and others have done. . . like one dear brother who walked the Temple mount barefoot to the place where the Holy of holies once was situated --and will be again-- with Israeli and Palestinian soldiers having a big hissy fit about it.
(amazingly, none dared do anything to him about it, offending all through disregarding ordinance, sandals boldly slung over his shoulder midpoint of the trek with soldiers running towards him in the background
(in one of those photographs shown me).
Proper with God is not always proper with man.
edited: grammar errors towards clarity