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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Actions Speak Louder than Words" (without using the actual phrase). (02/21/08)
TITLE: Soles for Jesus
By Debbie Wistrom
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After I inflicted the first blisters, we got down to business. During the week we have one mission: " Soles for Jesus.” We go door to door to collect slightly used shoes for the homeless and deliver them to the shelter downtown. We spend Saturdays taking food to the homeless. Our main goal there is to get them to the shelter but sometimes we just have to leave it. Independence is important when you are on the street. Our beat takes us to the river and back to downtown.
Sometimes he leaves me at home and takes his shiny pair out of the closet for the day. That’s ok because I can use the break. Resting from my spot tucked up under the bench, I fill my day loafing about and wondering where he goes. I wonder what other kinds of shoes he sees. One of these days maybe the shiny shoes will be left out at the end of the day and I’ll get to ask him what his master’s business is while I’m at home.
One of my favorite times is when he goes home at lunch and puts us up on the recliner; we both get a chance to relax for a few minutes. He knows it is time to put us up because his dogs start barking. I like it when after a day of slogging through the rain he places me by the stove to dry out. Love that toasty feeling.
When I see bright and shiny shoes, I wonder what their bosses do all day. Do they sit in an office all day? Do they have fancy lunches while we are grabbing a sandwich on the run? Do they ever get a little dirty when they see someone in need? Perfect example approaching: there she is, that pink pair of high heels. So pink, and so loud yet she never says anything worthwhile, just “Look at me. Aren’t I pretty?” Yeah they look good, but what good are they? What are those sparkly things for anyway? They can’t help their master bring soles to God. Oh, I mean souls: sorry. Yeah, I may not be very presentable, but I have a use. I am worth something. My master knows that he can strap me on and I’ll get the job done. Last week she called me a heel because I wouldn’t listen to her story about the fancy party her boss took her to.
My friend, the work boots are busy too and a bit smelly I must say. They have been around the world with our master. He gets to work on building houses in the poor areas of Africa. After they get home from a big trip, we stay up at night and he tells me what he did and how glad he is to be home for a rest. Sometimes I get a bit jealous, but I know what my purpose is and I am glad for it.
I hope that when I have walked enough miles he will give me to that old man who will never come to the shelter for a sandwich. I want to be able to continue to do my master’s work even after I’m worn out. That old guy sure could use a new pair; when he is sleeping on the bench you can see the holes that go all the way through the sole. I know his feet get wet every time it rains. I don’t want him to get sick. I would miss him. New shoes would make him happy, don’t you agree? Maybe I’d be able to help him get to the shelter once in awhile.
Well it’s back on my toes. We have a van full of shoes to deliver.
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