Compassion

She was trying to teach about compassion, about charity as a way of living. But when times are tough for everyone how can anyone talk of giving? "We could begin with the homeless man on the corner, " she said. "I know his name is Jack." "He begs for food, sleeps in a box and has no shirt upon his back." "You pass him every Sunday before you sit upon your pew." "Giving must begin with us…is there something we can do? " The heads of his congregation sagged and their eyes fell to the floor "But we have barely enough to make ends meet, " one woman said. "We can't give anymore." Her face was cloaked in sadness until one young boy walked up the aisle. He was holding something in his hands…and on his face he wore a smile. "I have lots of shirts at home", he said…and she thought his voice divine. "More shirts than I could ever wear.…"Would Jack like one of mine? " And she knew she needn't preach no more. For the young boy did all he could to teach about compassion and giving… and the congregation understood.