That's you and that's me and it's more than an apology
We owe the poor.
We owe them for the food we swiped from their mouths so that we could indulge our apetites and for the clothes we stripped from their backs so that we could wear our favorite brands.
We owe them for living the lifestyle that they will never live and we further owe them for being impressed by even more than this.
We owe them for the rest they never received and for all the years of jubilee we let pass by unacknowledged.
We who seek to accumulate, owe it to ourselves to allow that part of us to die--the part that so desires to be seen as great in the eyes of kings.
The God of compassion and love invites us to draw close, to be embraced, to find our freedom in the giving of freedom to others, to find our hope in the sharing of hope with others, to find our treasure by giving our treasure away.
We--we as well as they--need a new kind of wealth, the wealth of love, the year of Jubilee.