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Bernie or Bust, an explanation for whatever friends I have left in this election
I am doing my nightly crying bit by watching our fan-created, Bernie Sanders videos, from people like us, people who suffer and who have lost friends and family, and who have seen people deported just because, and people who die … Continue reading
Homily: A Time to Be Transfigured
“It’s a question of discipline,” the little prince told me later on. “When you’ve finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 1943. Today in the Christian calendar is the Second … Continue reading
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Tagged commitment, compassion, forgiveness, hermanos y hermanas, homelessness, love, my brother's keeper, poverty, solidarity
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Homily: A time to break the silence
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. – Edmund Burke Today in the Christian calendar is the First Sunday in Lent. The Christian Church is speaking about sin, about repentance, about reconciliation. … Continue reading
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Tagged Beyond Vietnam, Chief Justice Earl Warren, civil disobedience, commitment, compassion, Dr. Martin Luther King, Edmund Burke, healing, homelessness, Jim Crow, Jr., Justice delayed is justice denied, Letter from Birmingham Jail, materialism and militarism, my brother's keeper, nonviolence, poverty, solidarity, the giant triplets of racism, war and peace, what happens to a dream deferred
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New Year’s Eve
I do not know if touching former wounds and holding as we spoke onto the hand of my brother, heavy with past machine oil and all the cracks of a life lived here and there and lately on the streets … Continue reading
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