The street where we are staying in Chennai is a melange in all definitions. The scorching sun, the noise of vendors’ verses, colourful buildings, delicious street food and ofcourse the smell of the city..it is truly a tangy treat to your senses. It is also home to many contrasts. Elegant mansions and dilapidated homes. A dog dressed up in t-shirts with matching collars and hair bands( fur bands rather) vs the man in rags at the corner of the street. Branded shops and street vendors. BMW and bicycle traversing the same road….the contrasts just don’t seem to end. And then there is the cobbler at the end of the street. It is not a regular site to see a cobbler in cities. Plus,we had some footwear mishaps. Hence we were really excited about this sight.
As we returned with the mended sandals, a thought crossed my mind. What do I usually do when my footwear gets damaged? Throw it away and buy a new pair( what better reason to get those sandals you had your eyes on the last time in the mall?). But I do remember my grandmother who would keep aside all the damaged things and take them to the cobbler on the next visit to the town. I guess this can be extrapolated to our lives in other contexts too. Like broken footwear, what do we do with other aspects in our lives that need mending? Broken relationships, broken people, broken dreams…do we make an effort to piece it back together? Or do we simply let go and look for replacement? Just like our cobbler who stitched the broken sandal to almost near perfection, Christ can help you patch things up. But you need to have courage and patience to take it to him instead of simply throwing your broken to the trash can of hopelessness.