Am I my sibling's keeper?

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teaming shore.
Send these the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

These are the words inscribed on the Statue of Liberty but they should be just as true for Canada. I wonder, however if we North Americans believe that any more. Do we really want the world’s huddled masses yearning to be free?

One Talent People

Jesus once told a story of a wealthy landowner who was preparing for a long journey. He called his three servants and divided his money between them, each according to their ability. To one servant he gave five talents, to a second two, and to a third one.  Now a talent was worth 6,000 denarii and one denari was the average pay for a day's labour.  So even the servant who was only given one talent had responsibility for a lot of money.  But for some reason, each servant was left the responsibility of a greater or lesser amount of the landowner's possessions.