Why God loves the poor.

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Every now and then, I seek the help of a recycle items trader to help me in cleaning my yards. In the process of availing her service, I had pried into her life situation. At first, she was aloof, not wanting to share her life's troubles. I assured her that it was all right to narrate her problems, I had the listening ear. Gradually, she opened up. Life was difficult for the family. Her brother was killed a few years back and another one went missing at the same time. It was like that when one is poor. The poor are adjudged drug dependents right away. Their little lives don't mean any thing at all. It was heart wrenching but she has wake up every single day and attend to the her physically straining tasks, from house chores to collecting plastic, tin cans and cardboard. Her children and grandchildren need to eat and go to school. Worse, one son who was supposed to be a help already, for he works as a construction peon, was mentally affected by the energy drinks he took for strength. Now he hides in their home in the slums saying someone is after him for a kill. Sad. Last Thursday, I asked Arlene how the family is. And she told me a vibrant relationship with God, the Great Creator and the Great Healer. Arlene said every single moment of her life, she offers to God and for all the burdens she is carrying she offers as sacrifice for His greater glory. God has always provided and answered her prayers. One time, she gave ten pesos to a fellow trader, and then a few minutes after, someone saw her and gave her a hundred pesos. For that day, aside from the wages that I would give her, which is way above minimum, she has free food - lunch and snacks, and take home canned goods. That is why God loves the poor. The poor is always thankful for their minimal daily blessings.