The fact that I took a walking class while in college does not make me a walking expert. I’m not even sure that there is such a thing as a walking expert. What I am sure about is that I like watching people walk. Except for speed-walkers; their pointy hips and skinny legs sort of creep me out. All other types of walker, though, are fine. People who strut. People who walk with short, baby steps. People who take overly long strides that push the boundaries of physics. People who walk like Egyptians. I like watching them all. But the type of people who I have grown to enjoy watching the most are men who walk with their chests puffed out.
You’ve seen these types of guys, right? They walk around looking like wealthy roosters who own their own countries and have multi-million dollar yachts and who eat fried chicken just because they can. Am I saying that they walk around like rich, cannibalistic chickens? Possibly.
I’m really not sure why I like watching them so much, but I think that it has to do with what I imagine are the reasons that they are walking this way. Here are the 3 things that I come to mind whenever I see a guy walking around with a puffed out chest:
1. He has recently punched someone in the face. Confession: I am 33 years old and I have never punched anyone in the face. In fact, I have never really gotten into a fight. It’s probably because of my size and demeanor. As a rule, people don’t choose to mess with jocular, gigantic men. But I can imagine that if I ever did punch someone in the face that my chest would automatically puff out. And that it would become 43% more hairy.
2. He has Adonis DNA and tiger blood in his veins. Let me first say that I love Charlie Sheen as much as I do anyone else and pray that he gets the help that he seems to so desperately need. But I am so glad that he has introduced these 2 phrases into our vocabulary. I’m not sure what having the DNA of a character from Greek Mythology or the blood from a jungle cat would do to you. However, I am pretty sure it would make your chest puff out. At least a little. And it apparently makes you hate your career.
3. He’s a cowboy. Yes, I’m a grown man who still thinks real live cowboys are the epitome of cool. This does not apply to real live rhinestone cowboys. They’re not cool; not even a little.
Even though I have these thoughts about people who walk with their chests puffed out and enjoy observing the walking styles of others, I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about my own walking style. I do spend a lot of time thinking about my spiritual walk, though.
For we walk by faith, not by sight.
2 Corinthians 5:7
Walking with strut or with small steps or with long strides or with a puffed out chest really doesn’t matter. What matters is that we seek to walk by faith.
Moment by moment.
Every single day.
All the way Home.
Even when it’s difficult.
Even when we’re terrible at it.
Because God is worth it.
(How do you walk? What is your favorite walking style to observe? How is your spiritual walk these days? Share away!)