Why

I was asked … challenged is more like it … “Why do you spend your time and energy on those people, prisoners, homeless and such? Aren’t there good and decent people who need a deacon’s help?” I could not answer the question then, but only mumble something about how Jesus ate with sinners and outcasts. Still, it is an excellent question: Why do I do it? An answer came from the blue … perhaps words I’d heard before? Now, when I am among the least of us, and someone asks me, “Why?” … I tell them this: “It is my pathology. I love everyone.”