There is a point where being "lean and mean" can only take us so far
Maybe being a neighbor isn't about the other person
Sometimes, we have good things in mind to do, but we are setting about to take them on in the wrong order.
We recognize those who do good things for others, but have we ever stopped to think about those who ask for help?
What if our "daily bread" wasn't just something we talked about, but literal bread - of which we only had one days' supply?