"Then those 'sheep' are going to say, 'Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?' And the King will say:
I was sitting under the underpass and you stopped to say hello.
I was busking in the tube and you gave me 50 pence.
I was sat on an upturned basket, outside Sainsbury’s, and you bought the Big Issue from me.
I was on my own on the bus, exhausted and afraid, and your smile brightened my day.
I was struggling to get my pushchair up the steps and you helped lift it up.
I was late for work and you let me go ahead of you in the queue.
I was down to my last few pence and you shared your lunch.
I was walking up hill and you gave me a lift.
I was drowning in debt, and you helped me work out a budget.
I was keeping it all secret and you made the effort to see how I was.
I was lonely and you walked home the long way with me.
I was frightened about the results and you held my hand.
I was losing hope and you shared your story.
I was grieving and you cried too.
I was drowning my sorrows and you bought me a coke.
I was wearing a mask and you peered behind it.
I was ashamed of myself and you didn’t judge me.