I ran into Jesus in downtown Memphis; he joined me for breakfast and told me his life in the radio business, bit also his life on drugs. He told me about working on the family farm. He told me about his estranged cousin & brother, the last remaining relatives he has. His weathered eyes and hands told their own story.
I could have easily dismissed the opportunity to have fed Jesus, but he was hungry for food & for his story to be told.
Christ in humanity reveals himself all the time. Are you just praying for such opportunities or are you reaching out to him in tangible expressions of love for humanity? Something to chew on.