I’d like to bring two thoughts together as we begin this morning. The first thought is this: That I don’t really understand poverty.
Of course, in an abstract kind of way I understand poverty.
I understand that it must be tremendously painful and disabling not to know how you will get your next meal.
I’ve heard my own parents tell stories of hunger in occupied Holland during WWII.
I’ve helped serve meals a few times down at the Old Brewery mission.
I’ve slept in the hut of a poor family in rural Mexico.
So in an abstract kind of way I understand poverty. Continue Reading »


