On delivering food to a soup kitchen on Christmas
When I deliver food to hungry people, people say I'm nice. When I avoid polluting, they call me extreme. Yet both actions come from the same place in my heart and mind, which I can best characterize with the phrase "love your neighbor as yourself." Whether you're Christian or not, that advice has stood the test of time for a reason. Acts of love for neighbors are rewarding. I just got back from delivering a big load of food that would have been thrown away to the Bowery Mission---a soup kitchen on the lower east side that feeds the hungry. People call me lucky that I have time to volunteer, often disparagingly or condescendingly implying I'm privileged---note: not privileged relative to the people I'm serving…
