The Gold Slippers
It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn't
yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our local
discount store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last
minute shoppers jammed the aisles.
Why did I come today? I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as
my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted
nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if I didn't buy them anything.
Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items,
I considered gift buying anything but fun.
Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and
proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked
as if it would mean at least a 20-minute wait.
In front of me were two small children - a boy of about 5 and a
younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis
shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched
several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl's clothing resembled
her brother's. Her head was a matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an
evening meal showed on her small face. She carried a beautiful pair of
shiny, gold house slippers. As the Christmas
music sounded in the store's stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key
but happily.
When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl carefully
placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a
treasure.
The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said. The
boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the stand while he searched his pockets.
He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put them back,
" he bravely said. "We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow."
With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But
Jesus would have loved these shoes, " she cried.
"Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back,"
he said.
Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited
in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas.
Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, "Thank
you lady."
"What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I
asked. The boy answered, "Our mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy
said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus."
The girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in heaven
are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't mommy be beautiful walking
on those streets to match these shoes?"
My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear-streaked face. "Yes" I
answered, "I am sure she will."
Silently I thanked God for using these children
to remind me of the true spirit of giving."
Author unknown
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