July 5 When I walk up the steps to the church this morning, a beggar is sitting at the door. There was a time in my life when I never could have walked past him without dropping a coin into his hat, but I’m able to now, not because I’ve grown callous — if anything, I’ve grown more sensitive — but because I no longer acquaint giving money with morality. I saw him yesterday, too — I’m sure he’ll be here all summer. I’ll give him a bill when I’m leaving instead of changing it back to dollars.
The Cerasi Chapel (July 5)
The Cerasi Chapel (July 5)
The Cerasi Chapel (July 5)
July 5 When I walk up the steps to the church this morning, a beggar is sitting at the door. There was a time in my life when I never could have walked past him without dropping a coin into his hat, but I’m able to now, not because I’ve grown callous — if anything, I’ve grown more sensitive — but because I no longer acquaint giving money with morality. I saw him yesterday, too — I’m sure he’ll be here all summer. I’ll give him a bill when I’m leaving instead of changing it back to dollars.