The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid “dens of crime” that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed, and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voice.
When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Picture a minimum-wage worker. What do you see? My worker is a woman, a girl really. Her hair is in a ponytail underneath a red visor, and she’s working a fast food job after high school to pay for her car insurance, the occasional brand-name pair of jeans, and Saturday night movies with friends.
