In the mid 1980s the famine in Africa held our attention. Every night on the evening news we saw graphic examples of extreme human need. Speeches were given, money was raised and everyone sang “We Are The World.”

Eventually, the images faded and lost their edge,

the money was dispersed, and the song felt old.

For most of us, the memory is dull and the movies

in our mind have long been traded for new ones.

But everyday…somewhere in this world

one scene replays…

as if the author of human suffering

constantly rehearses his dark drama.

They’re  always there…

                               these hands…


a scoop of rice…a bit of bread… a cup of water…

so simple

“And whoever gives to one of these little ones

even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple,

truly, I say to you, he shall not lose his reward."

Matthew 10:42

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