There was a man sleeping in the stairwell in the parking garage at work today. My heart hurt for him, but I didn’t know how to do anything for him.
Then I saw a little dog that was all matted and dirty. It was in the middle of the street. It looked old and lost and sad. I didn’t even know what to do for the dog.
Such a stupid sounding post, but I wish that love flowed out of me naturally. God, help. What do moments like this call for? Compassion? An action? I don’t know.