I have precious little experience with the kindness of strangers, mainly because I was a Girl Scout and am typically prepared, but also because I am shy about being approached by a stranger, unless she wants to offer a favorable critique of my fashion sense. This is usually the only circumstance in which I would approach someone I do not know. Okay, in an emergency, I have requested a Kleenex from strangers on the ferry when I ran out.
I would much rather be a Good Samaritan. In accordance with Matthew 6:2-4, my husband and I prefer not to discuss our charitable works.
So when you give alms, do not have it trumpeted before you; this is what the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets to win human admiration. In truth I tell you, they have had their reward.
But when you give alms, your left hand must not know what your right is doing;
your almsgiving must be secret, and your Father who sees all that is done in secret will reward you.
For you, I will make a slight exception, because this is more fun for us than anything! For us, one of the greatest living examples of a Good Samaritan are the Franciscan Friars of the Renewal here in New York City. Their apostolate is the poor, so they live like the poor. They own nothing and depend solely on God's providence to provide for them. If they have food, they eat. If they do not have food, they fast. My husband and I typically spend Easter Sunday with the friars at one of their mens' shelters in the Bronx, where we bring and serve dinner to approxmately 50 homeless men. Truly, I think we definitely receive more than we give every Easter.
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