Many years ago, I watched Cabaret, with Liza Minelli, Joel Grey and Michael York. In the musical, the song “Money” stood out because of a single verse that resonated with me. It was a time in my life where I did not feel I had enough to even put food on the table for my family.

[EMCEE AND GIRLS (In Canon)]
If you haven’t any coal in the stove
And you freeze in the winter
And you curse on the wind
At your fate
When you haven’t any shoes
On your feet
And your coat’s thin as paper
And you look thirty pounds
Underweight.
When you go to get a word of advice
From the fat little pastor
He will tell you to love evermore.
But when hunger comes a rap,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at the window…

[GIRLS]
At the window…

[EMCEE (spoken)]
Who’s there?

[GIRLS (spoken)]
Hunger!

[EMCEE (Spoken)]
Ooh, hunger!

See how love flies out the door…

One of my angst at the time was coping with the concept of those who have passing judgment on those who have not. I utterly detest those who have what they need (let alone want) advising those who are struggling to not lose faith, to work hard, pray, fight the good fight and eventually their dreams will come true. Most dreams do not come true.

I noticed, from my particular personal point of view, how easy this advice must come from them. Had they ever struggled in their life? Had they ever been without? How dare they, sitting before their well ladened table, consuming their fatted calf and drinking wine, while I crawl beneath them, licking crumbs off the floor. 

I still cringe when such advised is offered from the fat little pastors.