We are moving into the Christmas season and many people in America will spend all kinds of time and money shopping for Christmas presents for people who, in most cases, already have more than enough. Meanwhile, famine sweeps through Somolia, Darfur… with scores of starving little children pleading through hollow eyes for a mere sip of milk. Then there are the million homeless people in Bengladesh in the aftermath of last week’s catastrophic typhoon, who are sleeping in the mud, or desperately looking for their loved ones, or desperately looking for food… And we’re headed for the Mall while singing stuff like Silent Night or The First Noel. Are we (spiritually) nuts? Do we think that the child who was born on Christmas Day and went on to say all this stuff about helping the poor, would think heading to the Mall — in the midst of so much potentially relievable human suffering out there — would be a good idea? Hardly. Let’s give our suburban children only one gift this year. Let’s give them a gift with eternal ramifications. Let’s give them an example of how to really help others — until it hurts.