I read this in "Christian Atheist" by Craig Groeschel this morning. It truly touched my heart.
Recently I traveled to Tegucigalpa, Honduras, with our church to help build homes for people in need. Our translator took our leaders into the home of a single mom. To call it a home is really a gross overstatement; it was barely a shack, built mostly from cardboard. Five people lived in a space about the size of our master bedroom closet. It had dirt floors, no running water, and a hole in the back yard to take care of business. It was so dirty that it made me nervous when the sweet lady served us lunch.
With a warm smile and more hugs than I'm used to, she placed some form of meat
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