On Monday, January 8th we measured a guy’s feet for new shoes. Being a Monday meant that this poor man had to press his way through a crowd of Datim to get in and out of the storefront, just to make his request known.

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Something about this must have touched God’s heart which set in motion a whole chain of event:

Lura sent ‘the need’ out on e-mail. Minutes later she hears from a lady who said that she wanted to make the ‘out of pocket’ purchase. So, all in the same day, this lady goes out and purchases not one, but two pairs of shoes. It so happened that a small group from her church was arriving in Jerusalem (I think it was on the 17th) and bringing the shoes with them. On the 23rd we had to drop someone off in Jerusalem, at the same place where the group was with the shoes, thus picking them up.

Meanwhile, we hadn’t seen nor heard from the old man since the 8th and I didn’t know where he lived or if he had a phone. But, just as I figured…he showed up! Everything went too perfect for him not to show up.

We were on the inside praising the Lord. We’ve discovered that praising God in the midst of persecution seems to benefits us more than it does Him! Duh….

The problem is: Who wants to join us? What Believer in his or her right mind, knowing that persecution begins each Monday at 10 a.m. at such and such a place, will want to be there? Thank God for the increase! We now have 4 women and me; plus an occasional tourist from the US, Germany and Ireland holding down the fort.

Anyhow, the old man had to once again press his way through a crowd of Datim.

When I showed him the shoes he was excited and disappointed. Disappointed because the shoes were too high in the back, he almost needed something made like slippers.

I looked at his feet, and to my horror, I noticed how messed up his ankle and leg were. I noticed swelling and an open sore with puss oozing out.

I immediately told him to follow me. We went outside the front door, pressed through the crowd of Datim, around a corner, and over to a shoe repair shop.

I showed the proprietor the shoes and explained the whole situation. Telling him that I would take care of the cost, I headed back to the storefront.

Now, normally the Datim would have followed, harassing us to and fro, but God made us invisible to them! This is about the third time I’ve seen God do something like this!

Long story short: If the shoes were cheap, I doubt if he could do what he did, but the shoes were ‘Hush Puppies!!!’ Anyhow, the repairman was able to customize the shoes! When I later asked him, “How much do I owe you?” He refused to take a cent!

What a bing – What a bang!