Liv Larson Andrews believes in the sensus lusus, or playful spirit. Liturgy, worship and faithful practice are at their best when accompanied with a wink, she says.
Development that isn’t gentrification, it seems to me, is that which comes up out of the people already in a given place. It brings greater agency. What do West Central residents seek for themselves?
Mary declares that God gives the hungry good things and sends the rich away with nothing. She’s picking up a theme that resounds all throughout the biblical narrative: God who reigns over all creation is on the side of the poor.
Someone should tell Congress.
O’Tuama woke me up to a dimension of my community’s shock and anger: those we kept in chains—literally in the form of their ancestor’s slavery and in the present racist prison system, or figuratively in the various legacies of slavery (ie. voting rights)—are looking us in the eyes, clothed, dignified, and simply by existing in this way, asking to be heard. I see that the rage felt by so many fans is not unlike the Gerasene neighborhood council telling Jesus to take a hike.
I ask that the churches of Spokane pray especially for immigrants because of the great suffering among peoples who are undocumented, displaced, or simply made to feel fearful because of their language or skin color.
The first of the three sacred days of the Triduum, leading up to the Feast of Resurrection, is called Maundy Thursday. As a child I always wondered why we were calling it Monday Thursday.