In
2010, I felt so moved by the story of Lejla Allison, born and raised in
war-ravaged Bosnia, that I wrote a play based on her journey.
As
an 11-year old, Lejla witnessed horrific things no child should ever see. Her
world was so unsafe, she feared to take a step out her door lest it be her last.
Lejla
begged her parents not to make her go to school because she did not own a
decent pair of shoes. Her dad tied her old, torn sneakers shut with wire, but
the cold and wet squeezed through anyway.
“My
toes hurt to the point that I don’t think I’ve experienced any worse pain,” Lejla
says. “I went off to school very angry. I made up my mind that perhaps that
day, I would not come back home. I was sick and tired of being hungry, scared,
poor, hurt, of seeing other people getting hurt, other people die. I simply
felt like life had no meaning anymore.”
When
Lejla arrived at school after an hour of walking, she discovered the children
gathered around. They told her shoeboxes were being handed out and if she
wanted one, she should go over there. “What do I need a shoebox for?” she
thought. “I have no shoes to put in one.”
When
a man brought her a box anyway, to her delight she found inside a brand new
pair of white sneakers.
“Out
of all the things in this world, I got shoes!” Lejla says. “I realized at that
moment somebody, somewhere, cared enough. They didn’t know me, they didn’t know
anything about me.
That
same instant, I knew it was someone who knew my mind, someone who knew exactly
what I wanted who sent me those shoes. And who else could know but the Lord
himself?”
My
play, Somebody Else’s Shoebox, introduces the audience
to the fictional person who packed Lejla’s box—a misguided, scatter-brained but
lovable woman who thought you were actually supposed to fill your shoebox with
shoes. She would never know her gift went to exactly the right person.
Other
stories like Lejla’s appear on the Samaritan’s Purse website (see address
below).
Izabella
McMillion, who grew up in Romania, received a shoebox as a child. Now she helps
distribute shoeboxes there.
“When we faced children who were so expectant,” Izabella says, “I could see myself in those eyes and I know they were thinking the same thing I was thinking, that ‘I am receiving a gift and I haven’t done anything for it.’ One box changed my life and allowed me to understand God better and I’m able to turn around and multiply the blessing by encouraging so many others to pack shoe boxes.”
When
you anticipate your own children or grandchildren tearing into their gifts this
year, consider that for most of the kids who receive a shoebox, it will be the
only gift they ever receive in their life. Not this Christmas. Not this year. Their
entire life.
Is
it any wonder it’s such a big deal? Don’t
let this opportunity to make a difference pass you by.
Local folks: pick up your shoebox at
Portage Alliance Church, Pet Valu, Portage Supermarket, Sobeys, Co-op, Heritage
Books, Only Deals, or Dollarama. Follow the instructions and return it to Portage
Alliance Church the week of November 19-25. You can find lots of helpful ideas
for what to pack in the brochure and on their website: www.samaritanspurse.org
As
for my little play, as far as I know it has yet to hit the stage. But the folks
at Samaritan’s Purse liked the script and happily received it. Maybe one day
it, too, will find its way into the right hands.
And
maybe in our shoebox packing, both givers and receivers will begin to
understand anew what the first Christmas was all about: “I am receiving a gift
and I haven’t done anything for it!”
Love this post! We've been packing shoeboxes for many years. It's definately a very worthwhile thing to do. There are many amazing stories how a shoebox gifts change lives.
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ReplyDeleteThis is Lejla. Wow!! Your blog blessed me beyond the words. At this moment as I sit and write this and can't help and cry the tears of Joy! A play? About my life?
It is still so vivid in my eyes, when I was nothing to no one.When the fear and misery were all there was in my life. Not one person cared if I was dead or alive. If I had shoes or not. If I had a story to tell or not.
But, my God who then I didn't know even existed changed that for me for the ETERNITY! He poured many blessings on my life,the blessings I could not even begin to deserve. One of them coming today(10min. ago to be exact) by reading your blog. Almost twenty years later my Jesus still reminds me that someone cares. And today that was you!! :)
Thank you for blessing my heart! Thank you for being my blessing!
How wonderful to hear from you, Lejla! Your story blessed me immensely, and I'm glad mine could bless you. Merry Christmas!
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