This Sunday morning I enjoyed a stroll through the village next to our hospital where patients and families await their consultations, treatments, and rehabilitation. Look carefully at this scene. Some people are shivering, for it’s only about 50 degrees F. In the center a silver pot of cornmeal is boiling on a rudimentary charcoal fire. The child to the left is scooping up the cooling mush with his right hand. Cookware is stored in colorful plastic basins and cardboard boxes. Across the back are sleeping tents, for all the rooms for rent are occupied. And among the people proceeds a lively conversation about where to buy food and fuel, how to educate their children on the premises, and how long they’ll must remain for medical care. This scene brings to mind an oratory of Jesus Christ: “‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?'” He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.'” Matthew 25:44-45.