who cares

        Last night I saw a photograph of one of Mother Teresa’s nuns trimming the nails of a dying man. She was kneeling beside him, concentrating, as if nothing else mattered. This morning I’m thinking maybe she was right.

“Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Even the hairs on your head are all numbered. . . .” Luke 12:6-7