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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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