When I was eight years old, I learned in Sunday school that Christians are called to give alms to the poor. I did not yet grasp the theology of charity, but I took the command seriously. After class, I went home, grabbed a plastic sandwich bag from the kitchen drawer, and set off down my neighborhood street asking strangers for “alms for the poor.”
I told each person that I was collecting for our parish priest so he could give the money to those in need.
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