When I was a child, about 8 or 9 years old, going to Sunday school, I found this parable terrifying. I think I realized even then what a right, what a good thing it is to feed the hungry, and welcome the stranger, and visit the sick, and everything else it says, and how much I would want this if I were hungry or thirsty or sick or in prison or what-have-you. But I could see that we just don’t do these things, now matter how right or good they are, or how much we would want the same for ourselves. And so the reading just chilled me through and through, this parable that is said to take place at the end of time, when Jesus is proclaimed as king and judges the nations.