We can all do our bit to help the homeless

In a beautiful poem in Irish, Máire Mhac an tSaoi described the Irish tradition of people lighting a candle in their window on Christmas Eve, inviting the Christ-child to sleep in their home that night.

There were no rooms available anywhere in Bethlehem, so the King of the universe was born in a stable, on the margins of society.

Jesus knew what homelessness is. He tramped the roads of Palestine, depending on the goodness of the people he met.