Wednesday, June 10

The Shoes


(Since my computer has been resurrected from the cyber grave, yet is not fully ready to venture out again, I’m posting this story which was prompted from a photo of shoes, spun from a couple of stories I had heard, but I used another photo here as it fit better.)

The dark gray skies overhead threatened an early snow. Rushing shoppers, all bundled up to ward off the cold, crowded the sidewalks, lost in their to-do list for Thanksgiving. Oblivious to their surroundings, no one noticed a small, shivering boy standing in front of the shoe store, his nose pressed against the window, barely dressed and only flip-flops on his dirty feet.

However, one man did see him and stopped, dead still in his tracks, causing others to bump into him. He didn’t notice the bumps and grumblings, but he did notice the small boy because he had a son about the same age. Thinking how he would feel if this were his son standing there, barely clothed, the man…

Sliding up next to the boy, the man stood there for a moment, and then said, “They have some nice shoes here, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” came the soft reply.

“Which ones do you like?”

“That pair over there…the cool running ones.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you can run fast, can’t you?”

“Yes sir. I sure can. Like the wind!”

“You know, I have a little boy just about your age.”

“Oh, yeah? I’ll bet he has shoes like that.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, he does. But I have an idea.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“How ‘bout I take you into the store and buy you that pair of shoes?”

The boy stood there motionless for a moment. Then, with tears in his eyes, he looked up at the man. “You want to buy me shoes?”

“I sure do. Your feet must be freezing and I’d love to buy them for you.”

The boy couldn’t even answer. The man took the boy by the hand and walked into the store. Finding the manager, the man described the pair of shoes and asked the manager to please get a pair in the boy’s size and some socks. Then, he said he and the boy would be in the restroom and would he please bring the shoes and socks in there.

The manager gathered the shoes and socks and, upon entering the men’s restroom, found the man on his knees washing the young boy’s feet.

“Can’t stick dirty feet into clean, new socks and shoes, now can we?”

The young boy just stared as the man lovingly washed away all the accumulated dirt and gently dried his feet.

Feeling he was intruding on a very special moment, the manager quietly placed the shoes and socks on the floor without saying a word.

After the man place the socks and shoes on the boy’s feet, he stood up and, with hands on his hips, said, “Okay. Let’s see how they look. Walk around.”

The little boy couldn’t move. His feet felt glued to the floor. He looked up, tears now streaming down his little face, and said, “Mister, are you Jesus?”

The boy’s words took the man’s breath away. So overcome with emotion, the man could barely speak. Finally, he muttered, “No, son, I’m not. But I know Him very well. And this is a gift from Him.”

“This is the greatest Thanksgiving ever. Would you tell Jesus thank you for me?”

“Well, let’s go for a walk and I’ll tell you how you can do that yourself.”

~~Blessings, Lynn~~
13 Responses
  1. With joyful tears welling up that is the most precious story Lynn.

    Praise God!


  2. That was so beautiful!!! I am all teary eyed too!!!


  3. Sheila Deeth Says:

    Oh wow. Lovely.


  4. JoJo Tabares Says:

    What a precious story! Thanks so much for posting this!


  5. Stargazer Says:

    Wonderful. Thank you,Lynn.

    Pat Marcantel


  6. Beautiful. Truth in story. May we all seek to be like Jesus.

    Thank you!


  7. conarnold Says:

    What a beautiful story and great example for us to share Jesus' love with others! Thank you for the blessing, Lynn!


  8. JoAnne Bennett Says:

    What a touching post Lynn. You have such a way at grabbing at the heart-strings of your readers. I felt like I was right there witnessing this heart-warming story playing out. And then in my mind, I did a role reversal and got this feeling that poor, young boy would have given the shoes away to somebody who was less fortunate. I love where you can be looking at brand-new shoes in a store and be reminded of your words!


  9. That's lovely, Lynn. Thanks for sharing.

    A few years ago I had a similar experience when I assisted a stranger in a shopping mall. She kept insisting that I was an angel. Ha! Anyone who knows me, knows that's not true. I'm as human as human can be.

    A prisoner of hope,
    Megan


  10. WLS Says:

    Oh my goodness, Lynn! I couldn't even SEE to finish the story - my vision was blurred from the tears (and I DON'T cry, so thats a miracle!).

    Thank you, my sweet sister, for posting this story. BEAUTIFUL.

    Wanda Sanchez


  11. LisaG Says:

    Very, very touching and heart warming. Truly inspirational. Thanks for sharing.


  12. Sharon Ball Says:

    What a great story, Lynn. Thank you for sharing it.


  13. Cried while reading this. Gloriously beautiful story and a great reminder that each of us has these kinds of opportunities every day. I vow to do better in fulfilling them and in washing others' feet on a daily basis!