Cowboy boots dangled at my side,
hanging from a finger looped through each pull—that’s the loop thingy sown to
the top of the boot to help pull them on.
“Let’s check the directory.” Roxy
pointed at the lighted sign in the middle of the food court.
“Nope. Nothing listed. Maybe I was
wrong.” I looked across the mall corridor. “Let’s ask in there.” I pointed at
one of those franchise shoe stores.
“Yep, it’s that way—” the shoe store
clerk pointed—“straight across from the jewelry store.”
“I knew I saw one in here…there it
is, David Clark Shoe Repair.”
A small black man greeted us with a
smile so big it lifted his glasses. His hands were calloused leather.
I handed him my boots. The leather
soles were worn clean through in the middle, and the heels looked like they’d
been filed off at an angle. If those soles were souls, I’d know exactly how
they felt.
That’s when I noticed the sign.
JESUS, GRANT THAT I MAY NOT
CRITICIZE MY NEIGHBOR UNTIL I HAVE WALKED A MILE IN HIS SHOES
I loved it—and I told him so.
His glasses raised again behind laughing
eyes. “What the world needs is more lovin’ Jesus. That would change everything.”
Roxy started reading the other signs
taped to the wall behind the counter. They were hand written on simple typing
paper—all were encouraging words of wisdom. “Can I take a picture of those?”
She asked.
“Sure. Come on back here so you can
get closer.”
She did.
I picked up his business card, it
read:
David Clark Shoe Repair
Repair * Build-up *
Modifications
JESUS
LOVES YOU
Before we were
through we found out he was from where I was born, Muncie Indiana. He’d helped teach
about feet at Ball State, where my dad had gone to college. He told us how he
invested years caring for his aging parents, and finally moved to Florida to
care for the man that had been his mentor. And repairing soles, is the only
hobby he’s ever had.
He told us he’d have the soles
repaired by early next week.
I can hardly wait ‘cuz there’s just something
about him. I’ve got a feeling he repairs, builds-up and modifies more than just
the soles on boots.
So, if you ever find yourself soul
worn weary, be encouraged because, in the middle of the mall, there’s a simple
little shop, and a man with calloused hands and a tender heart that has the
answer.
“What the world needs is more lovin’ Jesus.
That would change everything.”
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