Apollo 1 cost plenty.
Apollo 3 cost more than Apollo 2.
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1.
Apollo 1 cost plenty.
Apollo 4 cost more than Apollo 3.
Apollo 3 cost more than Apollo 2.
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1.
Apollo 1 cost plenty.
Apollo 9 cost more than all these put together,
including Apollo 1 which cost plenty.
The great-grandparents of the people of Acahualinca were less hungry than the grandparents.
The great-grandparents died of hunger.
The grandparents of the people of Acahualinca were less hungry than the parents.
The grandparents died of hunger.
The parents of the people of Acahualinca were less hungry than the people there.
The parents died of hunger.
The people of Acahualinca are less hungry than the children of the people there.
The children of the people of Acahualinca, because of hunger are not born
They hunger to be born, only to die of hunger.
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the moon.
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El Apolo 2 costó más que el Apolo 1.
El Apolo 1 costó bastante.
El Apolo 3 costó más que el Apolo 2.
El Apolo 2 costó más que el Apolo 1.
El Apolo 1 costó bastante.
El Apolo 4 costó más que el Apolo 3.
El Apolo 3 costó más que el Apolo 2.
El Apolo 2 costó más que el Apolo 1.
El Apolo 1 costó bastante.
El Apolo 9 costó más que todos juntos,
junto con el Apolo 1 que costó bastante.
Los bisabuelos de la gente de Acahualinca tenian menos hambre que los abuelos.
Los bisabuelos se murieron de hambre.
Los abuelos de la gente de Acahualinca tenian menos hambre que los padres.
Los abuelos murieron de hambre.
Los padres de la gente de Acahualinca tenian menos hambre que los hijos de la gente de allí.
Los padres se murieron de hambre.
La gente de Acahualinca tiene menos hambre que los hijos de la gente de allí.
Los hijos de la gente de Acahualinca no nacen por hambre,
y tienen hambre de nacer, pero morirse de hambre.
Bienaventurados los pobres porque de ellos será la luna.
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In a world of plenty, even amidst our own economic downturn, we often lead a life of international ignorance. Usually out of just that, ignorance. Yet they are all around us; in the doorways of abandoned houses. In a cardboard shack just outside of town. In an impoverished country along the equator. In a WHO statistic or a UNICEF report. In Bogota. In Acahualinca. In Sacramento.
Maybe the poor will inherit the moon. But maybe they can receive our love as well. If we are His body, if we are His hands and His feet, then why aren't our arms reaching? Why aren't our hands healing? Why aren't our feet going?
Not everyone is called to serve overseas as a missionary. Not everyone is purposed to spend their days working in shelters and orphanages. Not everyone is willing to be used in that way. Yet, in our world of wealth and global unawareness, we can open our eyes. Open our hearts. Do something.
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