The Struggle Is One
“In Portuguese, a luta, or in Spanish, la lucha, is the struggle for survival, the struggle to bring about the Reign of God: a piece of bread, a plot of land, a just wage, a…
Category: Activists
Litany/2 (¡Presente!)
The following was near the end in the original version of The Book of Mev. Ignacio Ellacuría, engaged intellectual, credible witness, Fearless announcer of God’s Kingdom . . . ¡Presente! Ordinary eco-friendly folk, hallowers of…
Share the Wealth with Maria Smith and Lindsey Weston: “Finding Our True Selves, 2,565 Miles from Home”
Maria Smith and I will share on our experience in El Salvador through the Casa de la Solidaridad program. In the spirit and anniversary of the Jesuit Martyrs we will discuss the concept of “downward…
SLU Is
SLU is Tony Albrecht (Law, 2009)SLU is Josh Aranda (A & S, 2009)SLU is Laura Aranda (A & S, 2010)SLU is 783 Facebook friendsSLU is 14 years of lifeSLU is 50-something courses I facilitated/animatedSLU is…
Now/here Man
You said, “I don’t seem to fit anywhere” I can relate to that— Fourteen years teaching at the university as a statusless adjunct No tenure No bulging curriculum vitae full of books, articles, papers, conferences,…
The On-Going Responsibility: Cleaning the Flag
In 1985 during the terrorist contra war in Nicaragua, Brazilian bishop Pedro Casaldáliga visited and engaged in what he called the ministries of the border and of consolation. His reflection on these ministries: “The visits…
One Person Can Change Everything for Us
In his presence I felt a new capability and power in myself rather than a consciousness of his power. I felt equal, good for anything— an assurance I had never known before as if some…
Forget Pessimism
Just this morning I came across the following exchange with Noam Chomsky, which reminded me of what Steve said last night in his talk on Syria… Interviewer: Did you go through a phase of hopelessness,…
Reading Can Change Your Life (Or At Least Your Friday Night)/Patisotagami*
“So last night I went with my friends to this bar The same bar they’ve been going to for two years Drinking the same overpriced drinks they always drink Making the same chit-chat with the…
A Poem by Dorothee Sölle: hospital in haiphong
doan is three years old in his head a fragment of that handy bomb that leaves buildings undamaged never puts a factory out of production doesn’t even harm bridges