“Rest in peace Elba and Celina, beloved daughters of God. May their peace give hope to us who are still alive and their memory not let us rest in peace.”—Jon Sobrino, SJ
As tensions mounted, the master hinted to his staff that it might be time to “go to the mattresses,” by which he meant he planned an indefinite nap, after which, fully restored, he would resume the fight. . #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Contrary to his promise, the master’s Thousand Year Reign on the estate was drawing to a close. Only he and his most loyal retainers refused to acknowledge it. And those peasants who relied on him for their news. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
In light of the election, Rev Joe Nangle revisits my piece from April about the moral plague that is an analogue (as it was for Camus) for the pandemic—and the question: has a good part of the Catholic Church in America been infected by the virus?
For years the master had been corresponding with a Nigerian prince about an exciting financial opportunity. There were still some costly administrative fees to be paid, but soon he would get to meet the prince and personally claim his fortune. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Rachel Carson, author of *Silent Spring*, asked how we might see the world if we asked ourselves, “What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?”
They’re attacking @ReverendWarnock by twisting Rev. Dr. James Cone’s prophetic words because he promises to reshape government like Dr. Cone reclaimed Christianity:
Dethroning whiteness and power to tend the wounds of suffering people. /1
The master was confident that his attorney—who had successfully sued a pair of otters—would turn over every stone in his defense. The fact that he was willing to work for cigars only proved his dedication. #TolstoysTalesofTrump