Do not wait for a poem; a poem is too fast for you. Do not wait for the poem; run with the poem and then write the poem.
While teaching a course on global development at Uppsala University in Sweden, I realized our students didn’t have a fact-based worldview. They talked about ‘we’ and ‘them.’ They thought there were two groups of countries: the Western world, with small families and long lives, and the Third World, with large families and short lives.
By no means do I anticipate screening those who come on to campus… And I have no difficulty if a bishop across the country or some local pastor may say that’s not Catholic teaching – that’s fine.
The hierarchy shouldn’t fear what we’re doing.
I like knowing that the further back one traces any lineage, the narrower the path grows, to the haunt of just a few shaggy ancestors, with luck on their side, little gizmos in their cells and a future storied with impulses and choices that will ultimately define them.
Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.
We need to start talking about inequality again; we need to start talking about the inequities and unfairnesses and the injustices of an excessively divided society, divided by wealth, by opportunity, by outcome, by assets and so forth.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
Even without seeing the crickets, grasshoppers, cicadas and katydids, we hear them shrilling in this season and trust that they’re the tiny living gargoyles entomologists claim.
Clearly there are individuals who don’t understand what the church teaches, or they think it’s so limiting.