Imagine my surprise when I opened the carton of baby back ribs at Hog Heaven Bar-B-Q.  They were ribs, all right.  Baby ones . . . looked like they had been harvested from a frog with an organ donor card that lost a fistfight with a Mack truck.  Portion size is just another odyssey facing those of us with fortune deficit. So when I saw that someone paid $2 million to have lunch with Warren Buffet I had a spell of indignant indigestion.

Bet that lunch will be someplace where even the kitchen cockroaches wear cumberbunds.  Now I don’t begrudge the work ethic of someone who can make such a master charge on his Master Charge.  I just wish it hadn’t made the news.  I’m embarrassed that we have hot dog eating contests and food networks on TV and pay billionaires to share bullion, when so many on our planet can’t remember when they had a full meal.

You’re right.  Companies are charging us the same for less.  And it’s a fact that we might have to cream-cheese just half the bagel.  But most of us have enough fat cells to get us to Thanksgiving Day.  And what little—or lot—we have comes from the Father of Lights who emboldened those who sacrificed everything so that we could have something.  Yes, I’m thankful that God blesses America, even when it curses Him. James 1:17 (NKJV), “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”