There once lived a cobbler in a small town. He was a decent man with a quiet, steady faith. Right before one of the big church holidays, he suddenly fell ill. He was upset that he wouldn’t be able to attend the service. That night, he dreamed that a gentle voice said to him: “Since you cannot come to Me, I will come to you.”
He woke up hopeful, wondering if God Himself would visit. So he began preparing as best as he could. While he was tidying up, he noticed a boy outside, crying on the sidewalk. He called him in and asked what was wrong. “My shoes fell apart today,” the boy said, “and we don’t have money for new ones. I can’t go anywhere now.” The cobbler comforted him and said, “Give me the shoes, I’ll fix them.” A little while later, the boy walked out wearing repaired shoes, smiling like the whole world just changed for him.
Toward evening, a woman came to the door. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I left my boots with you to repair, but I have no money to pay. And I can’t go …More