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