When you doled out the pittance of bread to the starving poor, when you gave those flimsy garments to shield them from the biting frost, did you remember that you were giving to the Lord of glory? All the days of your life I was near you in the person of these afflicted ones, but you did not seek Me. You would not enter into fellowship with Me. I know you not.

Når I modstræbende uddelte en smule brød til de fattige, der var ved at dø af sult, og når I gav dem disse tynde klæder til at skærme dem mod den bidende frost, huskede I så på, at det var til herlighedens Herre, at I gav dem? Hver eneste dag i jeres liv var jeg jer nær i skikkelse af disse stakler, men I opsøgte mig ikke. I ville ikke have noget fællesskab med mig. Jeg kender jer ikke!