CALL ME BROTHER
Leo Tolstoy, the great Russian writer, tells of the time he was walking down the street and passed a beggar. Tolstoy reached into his pocket to give the beggar some money, but his pocket was empty. Tolstoy turned to the man and said, “I’m sorry, my brother, but I have nothing to give. The beggar brightened and said, “You have given me more than I asked for– you have called me brother.” To the loved, a word of affection is a morsel, but to the love-starved, a word of affection can be a feast. From He Still Moves Stones; Max Lucado
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