"Go, sell what you have, and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in Heaven."
That line was from this week's Gospel - a Gospel that is mainly known for a line about a dromedary and needle.
You know that story, so no need to repeat it here.
But our Deacon told us a different one this weekend. One that focused on what it means to help the poor.
Fiorello LaGuardia was the mayor of New York city during the Great Depression. He often took over the judge's bench in one of the poorest parts of the city.
One night, when he was presiding, a poor woman was brought before him. She was charged with stealing a loaf of bread to feed her family.
LaGuardia reportedly told her that the law is the law, and he could not make exceptions for her. He fined her $10, then reached into his wallet and paid the fine himself.
He then turned to the courtroom and fined each person fifty cents for living in a town where a woman had to resort to stealing bread so her family could eat.
In other words, even the poor in the Great Depression were expected to help those less fortunate.
I imagine the same applied, tenfold, to the rich.