Bell that Tolls

I went to Walgreens yesterday to load up on cold-prevention stuff. The Salvation Army guy was outside ringing his bell, so before I got out of my car, I got some change ready to put in his red pot (saving myself a few quarters because surely I must need quarters for parking meters more than starving and underprivileged people). I noticed that he was this really cheerful African that greeted everyone, which was kind of refreshing since I usually expect the bell ringer to be bored out of his mind or grumpy and withholding a greeting unless I put money in the pot. Tossed my change in, went and got some Airborne, and headed back outside. On the way out, the Salvation Army guy stops me and asks if I wouldn't mind answering a question. Ok. "I notice that everytime you come here, you give money. And that's not typical. Especially for Asiatic people. I figure you must be a Christian." I confirmed that I was. We chatted for a bit longer, he reiterated his observations again, and I departed after we said our mutual "Merry Christmas" wishes. Okay, so here's the thing: I haven't been to Walgreens in at least two months, and I know this was the first time this holiday season for me to put change in the Salvation Army tin.

I feel like there's some take-away point to that exchange but I'm not sure what. Should I feel humbled because I should be giving more and more often? Thankful that Christians aren't getting a bad wrap from somebody and reminded that actions do matter? Or just glad to have a nice chat with a happy stranger? Maybe I'm just trying to look for some point in what really is a typical "all Asians look the same" mistake. Like those Lifetime movies that come on during the holidays that stretch the singular point of "Santa is real" into a 3 hour small-town saga.