“There are no great acts, only small acts performed with great love.”—Mother Teresa
It was the first week of my first year in graduate school. I had arrived in Chicago to study for the Presbyterian ministry and it was the middle of the year. Aware that I must work to fund my studies, I searched for a nice “save-the-world” part-time job, only to discover that all these had already been taken. No work in hospitals, social service agencies, anti-nuke organizations—nothing.
My new neighbors were a nice young couple from Wisconsin. Joe Hughes was studying for the Lutheran ministry and working part-time as a postal clerk in a small substation within a drug store on the south side of Chicago. In the middle of ...