I received this in an email.

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by mom, Jan 7, 2002.

  1. mom

    mom New Member

    I hope it touches you as it touched me.

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    >
    > The Shoes
    > >
    > >My alarm went off -- it was Sunday again; I was
    > >tired -- it was my one day to sleep in.
    > >
    > >But the guilt I'd have felt the rest of the day
    > >Would have been too much, so I'd go; I'd pray.
    > >
    > >I showered and shaved, adjusted suit and tie,
    > >Got there and swung into a pew just in time.
    > >
    > >Bowing my head in humble prayer
    > >Before I closed my eyes,
    > >I saw that the shoe of the man next to me
    > >Was touching my own and I sighed.
    > >
    > >With plenty of room on either side,
    > >I thought, "why do our soles have to touch?"
    > >It bothered me so; he was glued to my shoe,
    > >But it didn't seem to bother him much.
    > >
    > >Then the prayer began: "Heavenly Father,"
    > >someone said-- But I thought, "Does this man
    > >with the shoes have no pride?" They were dusty,
    > >worn, scratched end to end.
    > >What's worse, there were 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 ended and songs of praise began.
    > >The shoe man was loud, sounding proud as he sang.
    > >His voice lifted the rafters; his hands raised high;
    > >The Lord surely heard his voice from the sky.
    > >
    > >Then the offering was passed; what I threw in was steep.
    > >The shoe man reached into his pockets, so deep,
    > >and I tried to see what he pulled out to put in,
    > >then I heard a soft "clink," as when silver hits tin.
    > >
    > >The sermon bored me to tears--And no lie--
    > >It was the same for the shoe man,
    > >For tears fell from his eyes.
    > >
    > >At the end of the service, as is custom here,
    > >We must greet the visitors and show them good cheer.
    > >But I was moved inside to want to meet this man,
    > >So after the closing, I shook his hand.
    > >
    > >He was old, his skin dark, his hair a mess.
    > >I thanked him for coming, for being our guest,
    > >He said, "My name's Charlie, glad to meet you, my
    > >friend,"
    > >And there were tears in his eyes--but he had a wide
    > >grin.
    > >
    > >"Let me explain," he said, wiping his eyes.
    > >"I've been coming for months, and you're the first to
    > >say, "Hi."
    > >"I know I don't look like all the rest, But I always
    > >try to look my best."
    > >"I polish my shoes before my long walk,
    > >But by the time I get here they're as dirty as chalk."
    > >
    > >My heart fell to my knees, but I held back my tears, he
    > >continued,
    > >"And I must apologize for sitting so near."
    > >"But I know when I get here, I must look a sight.
    > >And I thought . . . if I touched you, our souls might
    > >unite."
    > >
    > >I was silent for a moment knowing anything I said would
    > >pale in comparison,
    > >so I spoke from my heart not my head.
    > >
    > >"Oh, you've touched me," I said. "And taught me, in
    > >part,
    > >That the best of a man is what's in his heart."
    > >The rest, I thought, this man will never know. . .
    > >How thankful I am that he touched my soul!
    > >
    > >You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends
    > > the next year,
    > >don't talk that often the next year, don't want to talk
    > >at all the year after that.
    > >
    > >So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you
    > >again in my life, you
    > >are special to me and you have made a difference in my
    > >life, I respect you, and truly cherish you.
    > >
    > >Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you
    > >talk, or how close
    > >you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you.
    > >
    > >Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and
    > >tell new friends you
    > >never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend,
    > >someday you might feel like
    > >you have no friends at all, just remember this e-mail
    > >and take comfort in
    > >knowing somebody out there cares about you and always
    > >will.
    > >
    > >For God so loved the world, that he gave His only
    > >begotten Son, that
    > >whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have
    > >everlasting life.
    > >
    > >John 3:16
  2. BonnieQ

    BonnieQ Member

    AMEN!!
    I was going to add to a post on Jackies post that in Gods eyes we are all the same, but decided not to as sadly I was afraid to mention anything in reference to religion as it might stir something else up. As you must know politics and religion are not good subjects usually to discuss. BonnieQ
  3. SOULWRITER

    SOULWRITER New Member

    I HAVE MYSELF RECIEVED THIS BEFORE I HAD NOT FORGOTTEN IT BUT HAD NOT LOOKED UPON IT INAWHILE IT MADE ME CRY AGAIN THANKYOU.

    IT IS ALL TO WONDERFULL WHEN WE FEEL A BIT OF HUMANITY LOVE SOULWRITER LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND.
  4. momtc

    momtc New Member

    That was so moveing to me thank you from the bottom of my heart. I really needed to hear that.
  5. griswoldgirl

    griswoldgirl New Member

    Wonderful life lesson through God. ty
    cathy
  6. Harmony

    Harmony New Member

    Wow, Mom, this is so touching and such an important message! Thanks for sharing it with us. I had never heard it before.
    Thanks!
    Hugs,
    Harmony