Life offers us so much. We have been gifted with everything we need. I recognise my relative privilege compared to the rest of the world. I live in a safe place, there’s plenty of food, water and warmth.

All my basic needs can be met. And for everything else, living in one of the most well off countries in the world, everything else is easily accessed.

Every month I put aside a small amount from my pay check to go directly to charity. Across what is described the third sector the need is great. From safe water in Malawi, to refugee relief in Yemen, a safe winters pass in Afghanistan, to help with a bike in Manchester, a food parcel in Peckham, out of a sleeping bag into a room on Soho, research into a new treatment for an illness in Cambridge.

The needs are great. And I am always willing to give. Even if it’s just a little bit. It will never be enough.

Inspired from my religious education from the story of the Good Samaritan, the lady who gave all that she had spare to the temple, to the tale of the three brothers who saved, dug it in the ground and invested and lost it all.

Money can be lost, it can make a difference. But with each pay check I pray that that small sum will be a very small part of improving someone’s life somewhere. And you may have used a charity service without realising it.

I can always give something. And through this ritual I connect to a greater purpose. I may not be the person with the privilege of actually helping, but I can enable.

Everyday I pray that I can be a little more generous and spot and act on each situation in which I can help.

There are more complex situations in which continuing to help individuals provides no help, instead hinders. And sometimes to the person on the street I have to say no. Which hurts me and them. But help will always come; if you ask enough, if you are determined and if you are really determined to find the right source.

Today, answers someone’s ask for help. You or I, may just be answering their prayer.