My family is descended from long ago immigrants who came to America before the American Revolution. None of us, as far as I know, became wealthy, but we seem always to have had enough to eat and clothes to wear.

With bad timing, perhaps, my parents bought a house just before the Great Depression of the 1930’s as they began a family, and my mother had quit her job. My father kept his job, but the salaries of all employees were reduced.

They were saved from losing their home because of a program instituted by the Roosevelt administration. The program allowed a refinancing of our house in which payments were stretched out over more years, making the payments affordable. We finally paid off our home just after World War II. We weren’t given anything free but rather benefitted by a more merciful adjustment.

May we always be a country which has both laws and mercy.

            Deuteronomy 14:

            All our blessings come from God, and we honor Him by giving back a small portion to his work. We are to remember to share with the less fortunate and with the foreigners among us.

            Here in this country, certainly, no one should lack food or the necessities of life. May we share liberally and be blessed in the sharing