He had no interest in a security gained at the expense of the people with whom he lived. He wasn't out to save his own soul. Christianity taught us to care. But we live in an age that has replaced compassion with sentiment. Sentiment is a feeling disconnected from relationship.
Sentiment is spilled compassion.
But having felt the internal motions of pity, wept a few requisite tears of sorrow, and sent off ten dollars to a charitable appeal, we've exhausted our capacity for care. We return to our homes and jobs without knowing the names of the people we've shed tears over, without visiting a single prisoner whose fate we lament, without writing one letter to the lonely over whom our hearts break. And of course we let no strangers into our double-locked homes. One of the supreme ironies of our age is that the society that has talked and written most about the fulfilment of the self shows the least evidence of it. People obsessed with the cultivation of the self have nothing to show for it but a cult of selfishness.