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FRAGILE HOPE
Standing at my door I see a helpless
victim; although unrecognizable, he seems to know me. His right eye is
abnormal, inflamed and enlarged; the swollen face exhibiting
disfigurement, defacing the quality of his appearance."Am I
dreaming? Has this really happened?" The ear ripped opened, has
now been stitched. His twisted mouth blistered and sore, mumbles a few
words. Beneath the scars inflicted, I see a youthful face that I know.
He is the victim of gang warfare unable to pay the money he owes the
drug pusher. After eleven years of working with people who
live on the streets, I feel that too often we can give charity in a
condescending way. We can feed those who are hungry; we can clothe
those who are naked and provide shelter for the homeless. Yet in the
midst of all of this we can alienate the very people we are trying to
help. By keeping a distance we can fail to hear their voices. It takes
courage to step into the inner depths of another human life. There is
risk. The gamble being the uncertainty of what you may find. Our
magazine wants to take that gamble and share that discovery with the
Church. This discovery has to be mutual. Those on the edges of society
can bandage the wounds of those on the inside. Nevertheless sometimes
those on the inside can find this reality difficult to comprehend. We
don't want the vulnerable to educate and liberate us from our
misconceptions. Therefore we keep a distance. Such a distance is
incompatible with the celebration of Christmas. |
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