I am in the midst of reading a book about the historical Jesus called ZEALOT. As with any figure from a revered past it is hard to sort out fact from myth. One certainly finds a background of revolutionary
surges that is missing from the four Gospels. It is true that there are shreds of history there, but this book is not written to convert,
just to enlighten.
The rather cynical comment, ever true, alas!, that the poor are always with us is one that echoes in my head every time I reach into my mailbox to extract the mail. Everyone needs me (or rather, my money) from abused animals to opera singers who want to make a demo.
I feel sometimes that I have a bit to spare. Certainly nothing like the amounts these organizations and individuals need. Is it my conscience I am soothing or their palms?
I feel better about listening to classical music now that I gave a bit to the local classical station. I feel happier about the world when I think an animal is fed or loved. I can’t raise a whole village but some times I can give enough for a flock of honeybees to help with village raising. And yet the poor are always with us. It disturbs me deeply that no pocket is deep enough or heart wide enough to make lie of that statement.