We should not serve the poor like they were Jesus. We should serve the poor because they are Jesus.

Love to be real, it must cost—it must hurt—it must empty us of self.

I am busy with my work. My path is clear. I see somebody dying, I pick him up. I find somebody hungry, I give him food. He can love and be loved. I don't look at his color, I don't look at his religion.

Give! Give the love you have received to those around you. You must love with your time, your hands, and your hearts. You need to share all that you have.

Life isn't about the cherished moments it is also about the hard ones. Just knowing each day that you will arise with the bright shining sun in your eyes. And end with the cool breeze upon your face as you slowly reflect the day that passed by.

In the silence of our hearts, God speaks of His love; with our silence, we allow Jesus to love us.

There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.