10 - 17 - 2007


PASTOR BILL'S NEWSLETTER - October 2007 Edition
FORWARDED E-MAIL, UPDATE AND FREE E-BOOK STORY

I know I have not been regular in sending out my Newsletters so I am forwarding this story about the shoe man.
You may have read it before as I have seen it in e-mails before.
Just please remember this story the next time you see a new face in church regardless of her or his appearance.
What we do to the least of the brethren, we are doing unto Jesus!

The reason I have not sent out a Newsletter lately is because of extra busyness due to the following.
Sister Rosemary (my wife) usually helps me with my secular production at home work.
Lately due to intense pain in her arm getting worse, she can not help me as much as usual which means I spend more time working to receive a smaller paycheck for us.  So please pray for Sister Rosemary and also please pray for our finances.


There is an e-book that I read this past Sunday morning, (only 126 pages).
I found it very interesting and challenging.
It is called:
"Mr. Contentment and your five wooden cups"
and is found at:
http://www.united4truth.com/book.htm
This book you can read for free online or download if you have Adobe's Acrobat program.
There are free versions of Acrobat on the net.

Until next time;
Keep loving, serving and worshipping Jesus!

Sincerely in Christ,
 Pastor Bill

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Shoes in church I showered and shaved............. I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat.............. In a pew just in time. Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed. With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?" It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began: "Our Father"............. I thought, "This man with the shoes.. has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!" "Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said............... a quiet "Amen." I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best.. When walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang. His voice lifted the rafters......... His hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky. It was time for the offering....... And what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out.......... What the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft "clink" . as when silver hits tin. The sermon really bored me.......... To tears, and that's no lie. It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service...... As is the custom here. We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer. But I felt moved somehow............. And wanted to meet the shoe man. So after the closing prayer........ I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess. But I thanked him for coming......... For being our guest. He said, "My names' Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend." There were tears in his eyes....... But he had a large, wide grin. "Let me explain," he said......... Wiping tears from his eyes. "I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'" "I know that my appearance........."Is not like all the rest. "But I really do try................."To always look my best." "I always clean and polish my shoes.."Before my very long walk. "But by the time I get here........."They're dirty and  dusty, like chalk." My heart filled with pain............ and I swallowed to hide my tears. As he continued to apologize......... For daring to sit so near. He said, "When I get here..........."I know I must look a sight. "But I thought if I could touch you.."Then maybe our souls might unite." I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head. "Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part; "That the best of any man............"Is what is found in his heart." The rest, I thought,................ This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I respect you, and truly cherish you. Send this to your friends, No matter how often you talk, Or how close you are, And send it to the person who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend. Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all. Just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing that someone out there cares about you..... and always will.

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