It was time for the offering, and what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached into pockets so deep. I saw what the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft clink as when silver hits tin.
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Shoes with Soul
This post-Christmas story from an unknown man touched my heart, and I thought it may touch yours as well. 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 Read More