The Golden Slippers



It was only four more days until 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 something.  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 about five, and a younger girl.  The boy wore a ragged coat and 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.


Golden


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, let's just go home and work some more.  Don't cry.  We'll come back," he said.


Golden


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 is going to go to heaven.  Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus."

The girl then 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 with shoes that will match?"

Golden


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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