One of the most beautiful of all Christmas stories was told by the American poet, Edwin Markham, about a cobbler, a godly man who made shoes in the old days. 

One night the cobbler dreamed that the next day Jesus was coming to visit him. The dream seemed so real that he got up very early the next morning and hurried to the woods, where he gathered green boughs to decorate his shop for the arrival of so great a Guest.

He waited all morning, but to his disappointment, his shop remained quiet, except for an old man who limped up to the door asking to come in for a few minutes of warmth. 

While the man was resting, the cobbler noticed that the old fellow’s shoes were worn through. Touched, the cobbler took a new pair from his shelves and gave them to the stranger before he went on his way.

Throughout the afternoon the cobbler waited, but the Lord did not come.  Then he noticed an elderly woman. 

She was struggling under a heavy load of firewood, and he invited her, too, into his shop to rest. He discovered that for two days she’d had nothing to eat; he saw to it that she had a nourishing meal before she went on her way.

As night began to fall, the cobbler waited for the Lord but He never came.  Dejected, the cobbler began preparing for bed when he heard a child crying outside his door. The child was lost and afraid. The cobbler went out, soothed the youngster’s tears and, with her little hand in his, took the child home.

When he returned, the cobbler was sad. He was convinced that while he had been away he had missed the visit of his Lord. He lived through the moments as he had imagined them: the knock, the latch lifting, the radiant face. He would have kissed the hands where the nails had been, washed the feet where the spikes had entered. Then the Lord would have sat and talked to him.  What a wonderful visit it would have been!

In his anguish, the cobbler cried out, “Why is it, Lord, that Your feet delay?  Have you forgotten that this was the day?” Then, soft in the silence, a voice he heard:

“Lift up your heart for I kept My word.

Three times I came to your friendly door;

Three times My shadow was on your floor.

I was the man with the bruised feet.

I was the woman you gave food to eat,

I was the child on the homeless street.”

This story reminds us to be aware of those in need around us this Christmas.  

As Jesus said in Matthew 25:40, “…Inasmuch as you have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto Me.”

Rev. Doug Johnson is the senior pastor at Lexington First Assembly of God in Lexington, Kentucky.