There is a soup kitchen located in the seediest part of my city. I volunteer there two days every year, Christmas Day, and Easter Sunday. My job is to set up the food line, serve the food, and clean up afterwards. The clients are among the neediest, saddest people in the city, and many are homeless.
Now I am fully aware that some of my fellow-volunteers give regularly of their time all year long, but I am not willing to do so. My life is too busy. I have lots of friends, and there is always