Or...Picnics. Beaches. Hot dogs. TV telethons.
What do we know about the people who grow our food and ship it to us, who build our houses and cars and sew our shirts, who pick up our garbage and cleaned our college dormitory, and who may one day feed us and bathe us if we are hospitalized or in a nursing home? What do we know about how they are treated, the dangers they face in the course of their jobs, the wages they receive?
As people of faith we should both mourn and act to change things when God's words from Isaiah 65 are sinfully reversed, when people build houses but don't get to live in them, plant food but don't get enough to eat, bathe our sores but don't make enough to keep their water turned on.
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by Julie Polter