From a biological perspective, our needs are modest and few. If we knew enough to share, life would be effulgent, Edenic, easy. But, dang it, we don’t and it isn’t. In Chronicles of Wasted Time, Malcolm Muggeridge likened humans to “pigs in a crowded sty, jostling and shoving to bury their snouts in the trough; until one of them momentarily lifts his snout upwards in the air, in so doing expressing the hope of all enlightenment to come; breaking off from his guzzling to point with his lifted snout to where the angels and archangels gather round God’s throne.”
Around now we start receiving messages saying that Jesus is the reason for the season. Perhaps, but maybe not. In one of his least quoted directives, Jesus said, “Sell all that you have and give it to the poor.” You’d think that activity would accelerate around now.