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Shoes for the Shepherd
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- Jul 19, 2010
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When a young boy comes to an old sandal maker and ask him to make a pair of adult-sized sandals for a baby, the man is confused and surprised by his request. After all, so many children of that time never made it to adulthood and so his request seemed foolish.
The boy tells the old man that three great men came to see the baby and one of them looked into the manger and said Rab and the boy figured if the child was going to grow up to be a rabbi, he would need good footwear.
The boy says his father has given him a lamb to start his own flock, but now, after seeing the baby, has given him permission to use the lamb for the leather. And there their journey begins.
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Shoes for the Shepherd
Beschreibung
When a young boy comes to an old sandal maker and ask him to make a pair of adult-sized sandals for a baby, the man is confused and surprised by his request. After all, so many children of that time never made it to adulthood and so his request seemed foolish.
The boy tells the old man that three great men came to see the baby and one of them looked into the manger and said Rab and the boy figured if the child was going to grow up to be a rabbi, he would need good footwear.
The boy says his father has given him a lamb to start his own flock, but now, after seeing the baby, has given him permission to use the lamb for the leather. And there their journey begins.
- Herausgeber:
- AuthorHouse
- Freigegeben:
- Jul 19, 2010
- ISBN:
- 9781452022895
- Format:
- Buch
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Shoes for the Shepherd - Dixielee (Reed) Tripp
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1
The old cobbler sat, his knees gripping the sides of the wooden workbench. His nimble fingers worked the sandal snugged tightly to a clay last. He had formed the lasts using his own foot as a model and then mounted each one on a post of wood which sat firmly fixed into a hole in the bench.
He worked a sharp awl through the leather of the insole and into the wooden sole below. Each hole had to be pierced through the layers of leather and wood so that a binding of leather thongs pulled securely through them would hold each of the glued layers. His name was Jubal ben Eliazar.
He was a slight man, well past 60 years. His hair was silvery white; his skin burnished from the desert sun which beat against the earth nearly every day of every year. The years of making sandals had caused his fingers to become bent with knobs of bone jutting out at angles.
He smiled to himself thinking of the times he had pointed one of those fingers to give directions only to realize that because of the bends and knobs he was pointing in the wrong direction. Another brief smile crossed his lips and his eyes shimmered with the thoughts of his infirmity.
He had been a sandal maker since childhood, first learning the skills from his father and then, passing those skills on to his own sons long gone to their own homes, families and lives. His skills had given him a good life.
And so he sat, as he did each day, his shoulders bowed over the last, stitching then pulling on the thongs of leather through the edge of each sole until he had completed a durable thing which, because of the soles thickness would keep the heat of the desert sand from burning the feet of his customers .
He was alone. His precious wife, Esther, had long ago left the earth to bide her time in Heaven while she waited for him to join her. But his time had not yet come and so he toiled year after year, mounting each sandal on a last, stitching and shaping and stitching again. In a time when many people went without sandals or just used a simple thong tied to a wooden sole, his sandals and his talent were respected. He was a master craftsman and so admired by the priests of the Temple in Jerusalem that he had become their personal cobbler.
His small home was his world. He had built it himself with the help of his sons, mixing clay, sand, manure and water, brick by brick, until they had created a comfortable dwelling for Esther and him. The walls were thick to keep the heat of the desert out, the roof flat so that hot nights could be spent sleeping beneath the clear star-filled Heaven, a gift from God to those he had chosen. The rooms of the home were large enough to fill with the love he had always felt for Esther and their sons. He was a man contented save for the loneliness without her.
This one room, set aside for his business, was filled with the goods of his trade. Across the room neatly cut squares of sheepskin were stretched on frames for drying. He had carefully clipped the wool from the outside of the hides down to the cuticle and then scraped the flesh from the inner side. After the tanning process he had hung them on wooden frames to
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