I'm leaving the cozy confines of my homestay this weekend to go to the rain forest and zip line, rappel through a waterfall, and other fun and probably ill-advised activities. I'll be back Sunday, and you can expect a new post on Monday. Until then, here's a thought to ponder...
I read an article earlier this week about the memories of the niece of Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen, who was the first televangelist and the most recognizable Catholic of the mid 20th century besides the Pope. She said that often, when she and her uncle were walking in public, people would come up to him and plead for money. He always gave each beggar $20, regardless of how far-fetched and absurd their story. One time she asked him if he ever worried whether the beggars, knowing his charitable nature, were taking advantage of him by making up stories. How could he be sure they really needed help? He responded that he was sure some were, but that he could not take the chance.
How often do we take that chance?
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