Some time ago, I traveled to Chicago to train a Sister from my congregation’s western province on web design. Not having a direct flight, I had a layover in Columbus, Ohio.
When I disembarked the plane for a layover, I stopped at a kiosk for some yogurt and fruit. As I was eating and watching people swirl all around me, an impeccably dressed man in his 30s sat next to me. He was eating his lunch as well.
Many years ago, while I was stationed in the Bronx, Immaculate Conception Parish had a custom of feeding the poor on Thanksgiving. We fed approximately 200 people and then prepared another 200 meals for shut-ins in the parish and neighborhood.
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