Last week I heard a story about a gallon of milk.

It happened at an urban corps.  A corps in a Midwest city undergoing transition.  Immigration, crosscultural.  Lots of young people.

The corps has a meal program to feed people who are homeless, jobless.  A group in the corps talked about what they could do to help the program.  Can we collect money among ourselves to help with the meal expenses?  Some of the women in the group don’t have an income because they don’t have jobs.  They can’t, because they are ‘undocumented’.

The next day a woman from the group came to the corps with a gallon of milk to donate for the meal program.  She used her food stamps.

I have been thinking about that gallon of milk all week.

He said, ‘Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them’  Luke 21:3