One especially poignant and influential character in Elizabeth Goudge's novel The White Witch is Parson
Hawthyn. He lives in extreme poverty in a drafty hut beside the church. In one scene, he painfully rises after kneeling a long time in prayer and heads back to his house.
For a moment he was visited by a sense of depression because
autumn was here and winter not far behind and it might be a very long time
before he felt really warm again. Then he thrust the thought aside with shame.
He had a bed to sleep in, even if he was not always very warm in it. Suddenly
he remembered how rich he now was. Upstairs he had a tinderbox, a candle, and a
new book. Entirely forgetting his need of pity, entirely forgetting the poor,
he dropped his wet cloak on the floor and clambered up the crazy little staircase
to his attic bedroom with the greed of a miser scurrying to his gold.
(photo by Tanya Prodaan at Unsplash)
Blessings,

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