Martin the Cobbler waited for Jesus all dau, but Jesus was a “no show,” or was he?

It was getting dark, Martin stepped inside his little shop, and lit the oil lamp. Martin sighed, “What a foolish man I was to think that Jesus would come dowm my little street here in the great city of Moscow.

Then from the shadows he saw the figures of old Stephanovich, the mother and her baby, and the old granny and the little boy step towards him. And he heard Jesus’ voice, like in the dream say, “Martin, Martin! Don’t you know me?”

“Who is it?” muttered Martin.

“It is I,” said Jesus.

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“…whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”  Matthew 26:40

Martin the Cobbler is a story by Leo Tolstoy