The Sock Puppet Dream

Well it has been some time since I have had to explain the reasoning behind the  "my life as a sock phrase" so I will do so again.  Just understand upfront that I never have done drugs, partaken in the spirits, or had massive head trauma.  However, I did have a visit from a sock puppet while in high school.   A vision if you want to call it, or maybe it was just a dream.  

I am trying to live the life of a right sock.  Because only the left ones are the ones that stay behind that's why they are called the "left" sock.  

Okay here is the dream.  So I just have this foggy vision fading in and I remember squinting to make it out.  Once I got to where I could focus in, it was the image of a sock, a sock puppet.  Yeah crazy I know!  This sock began to tell me of the horror that sock land was facing.  Adidas socks were being forced into nike shoes, and so on and so forth.  They went to the whirlpool to take a dip and then were thrown into the dryer for a quick tumble.  When the tumble stopped and the door opened to allow the light to come in, they found that some of the mates had disappeared.  Raptured!  I remember thinking socks don't get raptured.  It was if the sock could read my mind.  Maybe it could I mean it was a dream so it was in my head already.  The sock told me that the only the right socks were taken in the rapture.  I had a hard time trying to fathom how you tell a right sock from the left sock.  The sock laid it out for me.  You can tell which foot the sock has been on by the sole.  Correlating this to soul.

I thought this was strange too, but I have started making it a point to live  a right sock kind of life.  I have been using this mantra for years.  In various youth positions in numerous churches.  Every time I present this dream accompanied by appropriate scripture I present a challenge to the youth.  I give them a sock and ask them to decide for themselves which kind of sock they will make it.  Many of them at that point take off their right shoe and put the sock on.  I tend to only where a right sock and close the lesson by saying "Today make a choice of whom you will serve.  As for me I have chosen to live a right sock kind of life!"  Thus pulling up my right pant leg and exposing the lone sock.

I know it's a little far out there, but that's the way I roll.  I am outside the box!  There is no room inside the box for me, nor do I choose to conform to the ways of the box.