This morning I read some powerful words. “A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest- and poverty will come on you like bandit and scarcity like an armed man.”
I think about poverty a lot. I live not too far from some pretty physically impoverished areas. In Africa, while walking around and visiting new communities I sometimes feel like I’m drawing lines between the poor, the really poor, and the really really poor. It is the poorest of the poor that I rea...
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