”I was hungry and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release.
I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
I was sick and you knelt and thanked God for your health.
I was homeless and you preached to me the spiritual love of God.
I was lonely and you left me alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy, so close to God,
But I am still very hungry –and lonely –and cold.” ~ John Stott