The Lord hears the cry of the poor

I try to help the poor in my community. I do.

But it seems so mechanical, so impersonal. I struggle to make the time to go out of my way, even a little.

Perhaps we all have this feeling.

Is it even making a dent?

I take heart in the well-known “starfish story”:

One day, an old man was walking along a beach that was littered with thousands of starfish that had been washed ashore by the high tide. As he walked he came upon a young boy who was eagerly throwing the starfish back into the ocean, one by one.

Puzzled, the man looked at the boy and asked what he was doing. Without looking up from his task, the boy simply replied, “I’m saving these starfish, Sir”.

The old man chuckled aloud, “Son, there are thousands of starfish and only one of you. What difference can you make?”

The boy picked up a starfish, gently tossed it into the water and turning to the man, said, “I made a difference to that one!”

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Maybe God wants me to make a difference to one person at a time. Help make one life better, if even for just a moment.

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