Imagining the victims of Salem: “‘Tis true we were convicted on the word of children who claimed we had signed our names in the Devil’s book and then faced hanging, but thanks to God we didn’t receive the treatment of poor Mr Trump.”
Spending the day before Thanksgiving at the DMV and trying to find the deeper spiritual meaning/- like, imagine Purgatory: “Just 20,000 more years, 100 days and 10 hours! Almost there!” 😅👏👍🕺
4 hours later! Free at last! I will spend the rest of my days traveling the earth testifying about the importance of making an online reservation before your license expires.
For those who couldn’t be there: Here is a video of my talk at this month’s Maryknoll Symposium on #DorothyDay: “What I Learned from Dorothy Day.” piped.video/HNRR4lHHZnE via @YouTube
The master liked to test his son-in-law’s problem-solving skills by posing hypothetical questions: “How would you achieve peace in the Caucasus? How would you deal with a troublesome courtesan? How would you build a wall, or, let’s say, dispose of a body?”—#TolstoysTalesofTrump
Sojourner Truth was born into slavery—but God told her she was meant to be free. In 1826 she walked off her master’s farm and stole herself into freedom, taking only her infant child and leaving 4 others behind.
Eventually she undertook an itinerant ministry “traveling up and down the land” delivering God’s judgment against slavery, and for women’s rights. She continued to struggle for freedom and equality until the day she died on November 26, 1883, at the age of eighty-six.
She was acclaimed as one of the most influential women of her day: an illiterate black woman, a political activist without office, a preacher without credentials save for her penetrating and holistic vision of God’s justice. On her deathbed: “I’m going home like a shooting star.”
Looking through my mentor, Rev. Jesse Jackson’s new book Keeping Hope Alive. It’s a collection of some of his speeches and sermons. You must get your copy for the holidays.
When Nihilists asked how the master could be the “chosen one” (since he obviously exploited the peasants and cheated at whist) his majordomo cited David, King Ahab, Nero, and Ivan the Terrible: flawed men whom had God used for his purposes. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Irish monk St Kevin was praying with outstretched arms when a blackbird landed in his palm and constructed a nest. He held his hand outstretched until the hatchlings flew off. An apt metaphor for the vocation of an editor @OrbisBooks and writing about sts for @GiveUsThisDayLP