Matthew 25

Snowflakes swirl around the feet of scurrying shopppers. Loaded with packages, hurrying home to celebrate the holiday season, they barely notice the lonely form huddled in the storefront doorway. A fleeting glance, then look away. She pulls her threadbare coat tighter against the winter wind; hunger growls in her belly.

Metal bars contain him; dismal concrete walls surround. It's been so long; the days are all the same. Will family come? They're so far away; another life ago.

Little children cry for their parents. War, hunger, disease, poverty, have ravaged them. Some have only the memory of the warmth of mother's arms, father lifting them in pretend flight, security, love.

This season, let us remember those who, through misfortune or trespass, will not enjoy the comfort of family and friends. Let us rejoice in the blessings He has bestowed upon us and share our abundance with those less fortunate.

"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' The King will reply, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."

Matthew 25:35-40