The Annual International Festival at Stanford University was just days away, and a friend of mine asked me and some other friends if we'd like to spend Saturday welcoming the international students and giving out free copies of the international newspaper, The Christian Science Monitor. That could be just the thing to help these students connect with news of their homeland, she said, and the cost in terms of time and money was minimal. It was a good idea.
Love for others
should expand
into action.
But in the end, I didn't participate. I don't recall what excuse I gave at the time—this happened twenty years ago—yet I do remember how bad I felt a week or so later. I had declined an opportunity to get acquainted with people from all over the world who might have been feeling a little lost and alone, and whom I might have helped.
