the poor

I was two years old when I first saw beggars sitting on the side of the road. They were the poorest of the poor in the country where I grew up. Their contorted bodies, sometimes sightless eyes, flat expressions, and plaintive voices unnerved me. At two I, of course, had no idea that — God never looks at the poor with revulsion, but with compassion. Jesus left heaven with its limitless and eternal wealth on every level and “he became…