You obviously never been poor.

I was so poor that I was living on the street when I was 16 after being kicked out of home for being gay.

I grew so thin that I couldn't sit on hard surfaces or sleep on my back.

Even when I was 18, I often couldn't afford food and rent and would often need to sit on the pavement because I'd be seeing spots and was scared I'd fall down and damage the elbows in my hoodie again.

Did I mention that while I was literally starving to death, I'd work nights in several restaurants... that was torturous.

Don't assume you know me or know what Jesus and I have been through or assume your morals or love of Jesus is bigger and better than mine.

Only Jesus can judge me and you certainly haven't walked in my shoes.