"The abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded unto the riches of their liberality" (2 Cor. 8:2).

Mr. Smith found out that his paper boy lived in the poor section of the city. "Alone?" he asked. "No," he replied, "my pal, Jim, lives with me. He's crippled and can't do no work." "You'd be better off alone," was the blunt reply. Drawing himself to his full height he spoke with words born of conviction and experience, "Oh, no, Sir! I couldn't get along without Jim; I wouldn't have nobody to go home to. An' Mister, I wouldn't want to live and work without nobody to divide with, would you?"

Lord, teach us the folly of hoarding,
Be it money, or pleasure or grief,
For only in sharing, O Saviour,
We find there is joy and relief.
We'll prove that our scanty provisions,
If tossed on some waters of need,
Will return like the rain in due season—
A sight that's most welcome indeed.