Norman Rockwell’s “The Problem We All Live With”
This past Sunday, I sat in the Evreux cathedral, contemplating.
I anticipated the moment when a woman or man would come down the aisle with a small basket and look me in the eye, waiting for a donation. I, like always, would refuse them.
But why? Why could I not donate even a cent? Why had I never even allowed my(adult)self to do it?
What good reason did I have to deny God my money?
The Alvearie 