Found notes…2…The shoe man story….
Several years ago I had the privilege of going to Colombia, South America to distribute operation Christmas Child boxes. We drove to several villages, giving the gospel message and then handing out the boxes to the children who had come…some of those children had walked up to 2 hours, in their “best” shoes and clothes( maybe borrowed) to attend…sitting on concrete floors or concrete covered with cardboard boxes…anxious to listen, not knowing that they would each received a gift, both the message of salvation and a shoe box filled with love and goodies…
When I found this story about the shoes, I thought of this trip…all of us there to give out the boxes were dressed in our travel clothes from our closets filled with clothes… we didn’t borrow clothes to makes this trip far from our homes…we arrived in an conditioned bus, had plenty of food and water to sit next to a child on a dusty cement floor in a building built of cement blocks and 2x4’s…
But, we were all there for the same reason, to hear the story of Jesus….to give and receive gifts…
Thank YOU….
and said to them, “Whoever receives this child in my name receives me, and whoever receives me receives him who sent me. For he who is least among you all is the one who is great.”
Luke.9.48
And whoever gives one of these little ones even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple, truly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward.”
Matt.10.42
My brothers, show no partiality as you hold the faith in our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory.
For if a man wearing a gold ring and fine clothing comes into your assembly, and a poor man in shabby clothing also comes in, and if you pay attention to the one who wears the fine clothing and say, “You sit here in a good place,” while you say to the poor man, “You stand over there,” or, “Sit down at my feet,” have you not then made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?
Listen, my beloved brothers, has not God chosen those who are poor in the world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom, which he has promised to those who love him?
If you really fulfill the royal law according to the Scripture, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself,” you are doing well. But if you show partiality, you are committing sin and are convicted by the law as transgressors.
Jas.2.1-5Jas.2.8-9
“The Shoe Man Poem
My alarm went off It was Sunday again. I was sleepy and tired My one day to sleep in. But the guilt I would feel The rest of the day Would have been too much So I'd go and I'd pray.
I showered and shaved
I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat In a pew just in time. Bowing my head in prayer As I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me Touching my own. I sighed. With plenty of room on either side I thought, "Why must our soles touch?" It bothered me, his shoe touching mine But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father"...
I thought, "This man with the shoes has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.
The shoe man said a quiet "Amen." I tried to focus on the prayer But my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best When walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended And the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud Sounding proud as he sang. His voice lifted the rafters His hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering And what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached Into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out What the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft "clink" as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me To tears, and that's no lie It was the same for the shoe man For tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service As is the custom here We must greet new visitors And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow And wanted to meet the shoe man So after the closing prayer I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark And his hair was truly a mess But I thanked him for coming For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie I'm glad to meet you, my friend." There were tears in his eyes But he had a large, wide grin "Let me explain," he said Wiping tears from his eyes. "I've been coming here for months And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance Is not like all the rest "But I really do try To always look my best. "I always clean and polish my shoes Before my very long walk. "But by the time I get here They're dirty and dusty, like chalk."
My heart filled with pain and I swallowed to hide my tears As he continued to apologize For daring to sit so near. He said, "When I get here I know I must look a sight. "But I thought if I could touch you Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said, "And taught me, in part; "That the best of any man Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought, This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.”
- Leanne Freiberg, or author unknown
A cup.of water…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq97GyO_zpI
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