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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. He 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. . .

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"Last Supper Welcome"

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*** Origin ***

This story was sent to me by my friend, Rhea, through email. The story moved me as every time I read inspirational things like this one. It is very nice and it calms the mind. It soothes the heart that is why I want to share this also to all of the people created by God. This time, I know I am making something right. Sharing this is not a bad idea anyway. I always feel light whenever I read these kinds of stories. It is as if I forget my problems even though I have lots of it.

In Reflection...

Why the shoes? The title is very figurative... as for me. I thought of it like "placing yourself" on the side or the situation of the other. The most common characters are, always, the rich and the poor. 

Generally, we think that rich people are always disgusted with the "greasy" poor people. That is if the rich one is very meticulous and very...egoistic... as if unreachable. But our poor brothers are not very disgusting anyway! They too are creations of the Almighty God. They were never disgusted with the rich so why should the rich be disgusted?

This then teaches us that we should try to be emphatic. Let us try to place ourselves in the situation of the others...those that we compare. Let us think, "what if I was the one in his place, what would I feel." DO you want it that other people are dismayed? That they are always disgusted with how you look physically? That they are just judgmental even though they do not know who you really are?

A lesson then included here is that, " we must do unto others what we do not want them to do unto us ." That is a very popular saying by the Great Teacher CONFUCIUS. Master Kong is indeed very influential. For the Chinese, he is like GOD, their master. But for us, he is different and God is different. But they both have the same lessons.

Let us not do to others what we do not want them to do unto us. Think deeper and mind it that if you are in his position, would you feel the same?