Many who say “Our Father” on Sunday spend the rest of the week acting like orphans.
Orphan
Joy Davidman
Can we reasonably expect happiness from an insatiable appetite which, no matter how it stuffs its belly, is still psychologically like Oliver Twist in the poorhouse, holding up an empty bowl and begging, “I want some more”? Isn’t it possible that our dream of the good society contained, from the beginning, a hidden violation of the Tenth Commandment “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s goods”?