yellow starfish on driftwood

In a world of dazzling technological power, it’s tempting to think that we can mass-produce love. But human souls aren’t nourished by impersonal acts of care manufactured by institutions. Even God, the maker of the universe, became small in order to deliver love to each human soul. Let’s imitate that example.

I suggest an experiment: welcome one person who is poor (in a different way than you) into your extended family.