Are We Not All Beggars?

A few Sundays back my husband headed off to church early.

As he approached the front doors he was stopped by two women with a baby and child in tow. They were asking for money to feed their children. As they did not look familiar at all, in fact, even foreign in dress, he asked them where they were from.


Having some familiarity with the Romanian culture (one of my sons served a mission there, and in Moldova) my dear husband asked them if they were gypsies.

Offended a bit, they claimed, "No, no."

Now, my husband is the first to hand out money, buy wilting roses from the guy at the intersection, bags of oranges from the vendor at the street corner, or assist other park dwellers that claim they need $16.43 for a chicken dinner for their family.

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