The upper dining hall was cafeteria-style. Students ate at small tables and the atmosphere was decidedly more pleasant. The lower dining hall was in the basement of Williston Hall, a girl’s dormitory, and students ate family-style at long tables. The difference per semester wasn’t all that much. But there was a need, and we felt this was an opportunity to help.
Later I saw the student who was in need wearing a coat that I couldn’t afford. My instant reaction was indignation. Then it was as if the Lord Himself asked, “Are you doing this for her–or for Me?”
I had to admit that we were doing it because we loved Him.
“That’s all I wanted to know,” He said.
It was all I needed to know. After that, she could have worn sable and it would have made no difference to me.