Isn’t it to share your bread with the hungry, to bring the poor and homeless into your home, to clothe the naked when you see him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
At the end of many supermarket aisles there is a trolley for the food bank, and on a good week it gets a tin of soup and a quick glance as you pass. It is easy to file that tin, or an afternoon sorting donations if you've ever done that, under being a decent person, and to keep faith in a separate drawer.