“My mother used to catch us up with a hug and a smile once in a while and ask, ‘What’s it like to be you?’ Compassion comes from simply wondering and caring: What pressures are you feeling? Where do you hurt? How can I be your friend?”
-Lord, Bless My Child-

For I was hungry and you fed me; I was thirsty and you geve me water; … naked and you clothed me; sick and in prison, and you visited me. … And I, the King, will tell them, “When you did it to these my brothers you were doing it to me!” (Matt. 25:35-36, 40 TLB)

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