“Poverty has a smell.” I once read someone say this on Threads, and I agreed. Through outreaches, I’ve met some of the poorest people in our country, and without sugarcoating it, yes, sometimes they do smell. But earlier today, as I held a child in my arms, her face still wet from crying, her saliva on my shoulder, her scent close to my nose as I try not to be bothered by her smell, suddenly it struck me… Yes, poverty has a smell but it is a smell that Jesus loves. Because po

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