I like people who are like me. I also like people who are enough better than me that I can look up to them. But every now and then I stumble into a little glimpse of a “there but for the grace of God” world. It’s all around me but my rose-colored glasses and my blinders do a really good job of shielding me from broken lives—the ones Jesus would gravitate toward. Money is a great ally in avoiding the physical, social, and emotional pain around me. I can live in a neighborhood where people seem to be less messed up than in other parts of town. We hang together in the middle class, but sometimes it’s impossible to ignore that nearby is a world of pain.