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Monday, March 9, 2020
A Reporter of My Acquaintance has an Epiphany
“My point has to do with this: they offered an honorarium, which I declined, because I’m doing okay and it would seem low to take money from church-basement ladies. They had some charities they supported that could use it. They suggested it go to the homeless family they’re supporting? Fine! Or how about the food shelf? That’s fine too! Or we hav this other outreach - you make the call. That’s just one small church on a back street in a suburb. They all do this. Every church you pass as you drive or stroll or fly over does this.”