Following the service, I was standing near the front of the auditorium near a doorway. People were filing by me en route to the fellowship hall to snarf down some donuts and coffee, and walking past me, felt compelled to shake my hand and say something. Comments ranged from "Nice talk" to "Thanks for coming" to several teary eyed "This was life changing." Meanwhile, a group of teenagers hung back, waiting for the crowd to clear.
When it did, two of them came up to greet me. I could tell something was up. Perhaps I had said something earth shattering for them. Perhaps they were going to become missionaries to the Congo or burn their rock and roll records or something.
The spokesman, a young lady of about 17, shook my hand and announced "We like your shoes."
"Your shoes. We like your shoes. They're cool."
And therein, the scripture was fulfilled...."As it is written: "How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace, Who bring glad tidings of good things!"
If you can't reach them with profundities....wear cool shoes.