The Spirit of Christmas: A Story Remembered

Inspired by Tolstoy and Childhood Memories

A Heartwarming Christmas Tale: Where Love Is, God Is

When I was a child, my Dad would tell me a special story on a cold December evening, one that seemed to shine brighter than any Christmas light. The scent of pine filled the air, and as he spoke, I felt the warmth of hope and kindness settle over our home. Tonight, as memories return like gentle snowflakes, I wish to pass on this story—a tale inspired by Leo Tolstoy’s “Where Love Is, God Is,” cherished in my heart and, I hope, in yours too.

In a cozy workshop filled with neatly arranged shoes, an elderly man with a white beard, wearing a hat and coat, thoughtfully reads a book. The warm, rustic setting evokes the spirit of Leo Tolstoy's "Where There is Love, There is God," reflecting themes of simplicity, craftsmanship, and contemplation.

The Promise of a Visit

The story follows Martin, a humble cobbler whose hands shaped shoes for tired travelers. One magical night, Martin fell asleep with a heavy heart and dreamed that Jesus himself would visit his little shop the next day. The promise of such a guest filled him with anticipation, so at dawn, Martin tidied his shop, brewed a warm pot of coffee, and waited, his heart full of hope.

Acts of Kindness Throughout the Day

Morning brought Martin’s first visitor—a weary street sweeper, old and shivering from the winter chill, his boots thin and ragged. Seeing the man’s suffering, Martin welcomed him inside, offering a seat by the stove and a steaming cup of coffee. He gently fitted the sweeper with a sturdy pair of shoes, warming not only his feet but his spirit. The old man left with gratitude shining in his eyes, his burdens eased for a while.

As midday arrived, a poor woman carrying a baby entered Martin’s shop. Her face was drawn with exhaustion, and her child fussed from cold and hunger. Without hesitating, Martin prepared a simple meal for her, wrapped the baby in a soft shawl, and pressed a few coins into her hand, urging her to take care. She departed with a lighter step, comforted by kindness she hadn’t expected.

The afternoon passed, and Martin’s eyes never left the window, still hoping for that promised visit. Just as daylight faded, a commotion outside caught his attention—a young boy causing a small uproar, accused of stealing by a local vendor. Martin stepped outside, listened patiently, and helped settle the dispute. Instead of punishment, he offered the boy gentle guidance and walked him home, making peace and restoring trust along the way.

A Revelation at Night

Alone in his shop as night deepened, Martin’s heart grew heavy. Had he missed the visit from Jesus? Had his prayers gone unheard? With tears in his eyes, he looked upward and softly pleaded, “Lord, why did you not come? Wasn’t today the day you promised?”

In the quiet hush, a voice gently replied, “Martin, I did come. Three times I entered your door today: I was the street sweeper whose feet you warmed; I was the mother and child you fed and clothed; I was the boy you guided home. In every act of love, you welcomed me.” Martin understood then, just as the Gospel of Matthew teaches, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did for me.”

The True Meaning of Christmas

Martin’s disappointment faded into a peace deeper than he’d ever known. He realized the real spirit of Christmas isn’t found in gifts or decorations, but in the kindness we share with those who need it most. When we give from the heart, expecting nothing in return, Christmas transforms from a holiday to a Holy Day. May the warmth of this spirit fill your days—not only in December, but all through the year.