Acts 4: 32-37 Sharing is a wonderful thing! Amazing. Really great. I love to share. I always have. And it really comes easily to me. This was the case even when I was only a child. I loved for example to share with my three siblings. If you know the stories I might usually share about my siblings and myself. Where we were more like cats and dogs than one heart and one soul, then you might be surprised about me saying this. But really, sharing has always been easy for me. Just imagine when we as four children together got a gift of 10 boxes of chocolate. Then I as the oldest female was surely responsible to distribute those fairly and equitable amongst us four. And that looked in my tremendous generosity as follows: I got seven boxes and my three siblings got each one box. Sounds unfair? No, no, really not, for they also received all my boxes and in my unending generosity I also gave them all my golden wrapping papers with which the chocolates had been individually wrapped. That meant that factually I only had gotten seven naked chocolate amounts, minus the boxes and minus all the golden papers. While my siblings received their three boxes of chocolate including the boxes and golden wrapping paper plus all of mine! I could never understand why there were always, I kid you not always tears when I shared this generously with my siblings. Unbelievable! They should have been grateful and touched by my endless generosity and thoughtfulness… A story of early sibling experiences that makes one smile, if it was not so sad. Isn’t it true? Even early on we learn to deny our advantages and privileges. Could this story about unfair and unequal sibling sharing possibly become a symbol for our current society, where the injustice of the rich suddenly is being portrait as justice and where greed is suddenly sold as a form of selfless sharing. The experience of true sharing, the experience that everybody has enough , the experience that Luke is describing in his story of the early Christians in Jerusalem, as those who were “of one heart and of one soul”, this experience is being exchanged with a symbolic sibling story of pretense and of lying. Fair sharing and the justice of everybody having enough is being mocked and rationalized away by narcisistic self-gazing.