The fight was never in the size of the boots but in the Spirit within He who fights! In mockery we win because Christ, our King, wore a crown of thorns. In shame His garments were stripped so that we may be robed & blameless. The aroma of saw dust was the gist of His career. His first bed was a manger so that you & I could not just have eternal life but take heart in trouble and scorn knowing that nothing defines us but the cross.