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...
