The Presidents Page

 March 2010

                                                                          SHOES IN CHURCH

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 to 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 name is 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 there, 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 and taught me, in part, that the best of any man

is what‘s found in his heart.’

Let old friends know you haven’t forgotten them and tell new friends you never will.

Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all.  Take comfort in knowing that someone out there cares about you … ALWAYS.

REMEMBER, EVERYONE NEEDS A FRIEND.