the privations many experienced during the Great Depression or the last world war. However, two or three times during the sixties, when I was a student first at university and then at seminary, I ran out of money and food at the same time. Too proud to ask for help, and wanting to see if God would really supply what I needed, I drank water to keep my stomach from rumbling and carried on as usual. After two or three days I began to understand what it is to be hungry. The norms of the kingdom require