I work in the poorest part of San Francisco, also known as the Tenderloin. On any given day, I walk past needle caps, people with needles hanging out of their hands, arms, and legs. I walk past people with pipes, severe decay of body, mind, and spirit. People with nothing, living on or in cardboard boxes.
Unfortunately, we all see this everywhere on earth. Poverty is rampant, in spite of all the resources we have. What to think of poor people when I walk by them? As a way to remain informed, I was reading the Bible on the train on the way to work this morning and read something very interesting.
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