tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post4233316367864156680..comments2024-03-28T07:55:14.406+01:00Comments on Interim arrangements: maybe too many linksSabinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-83403079914179802152019-06-11T07:33:59.752+02:002019-06-11T07:33:59.752+02:00I was driving yesterday here in Los Angeles and lo...I was driving yesterday here in Los Angeles and looked out the window and into the eyes of a man so dark and dirty and ragged that it took my breath away. I was behind glass, that was all that separated us but it was so much more -- and less --. When I was a child, I used to terrify myself in that way that young Catholics did by imagining that every homeless person I saw or "bum" as we called them then, was actually Jesus, and we were being condemned. I don't know what the answer is, although I imagine there is none and that each of us must give and give and give, make eye contact, witness, write, protest.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-73798106466858172052019-06-10T01:20:33.809+02:002019-06-10T01:20:33.809+02:00The Gift of Hospitality is huge in many Countries ...The Gift of Hospitality is huge in many Countries that have so little, and yet is Shared, often with Strangers who aren't expected and yet are Welcomed and given this incredible Gift. How ironic that it is typically those that have so much that are the least Hospitable. This Post caused me to weep, it touched my Heart so deeply.Bohemianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-30675425655213083642019-06-09T23:35:22.828+02:002019-06-09T23:35:22.828+02:00"One never knows when you will be that strang..."One never knows when you will be that stranger turning up in the night, cold and hungry, thirsty and in need of shelter."<br /><br />The fact that these links exist means to me that there is hope. A little hope goes a long way. The first half of my life was spent without hope for myself or others. I have no explanation for what happened to change that, but it did happen.<br /><br />I am reminded of the book by Tim O'Brien -- The Things They Carried.amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-25529774990683555212019-06-09T21:00:05.515+02:002019-06-09T21:00:05.515+02:00This post is powerful in so many ways. They way it...This post is powerful in so many ways. They way it forces one to experience and empathize with the experience of the refugee is really important. I thank you. Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-52301784091229991512019-06-09T20:58:38.090+02:002019-06-09T20:58:38.090+02:00I'm holding you close to my heart, Robin.I'm holding you close to my heart, Robin. Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-84628063068161310932019-06-09T04:06:04.710+02:002019-06-09T04:06:04.710+02:00This makes me weep. I was ruminating on much the s...This makes me weep. I was ruminating on much the same thing today. I feel so lucky and privileged. There but for the grace of the fates. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-39936206716339730022019-06-08T16:44:22.353+02:002019-06-08T16:44:22.353+02:00I read this and realize that I have truly lost all...I read this and realize that I have truly lost all hope. I have not a drop of optimism left in me. I wish I could be inspired by something. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-37439679983414535332019-06-08T16:44:08.234+02:002019-06-08T16:44:08.234+02:00the world is in turmoil and getting worse. no one ...the world is in turmoil and getting worse. no one leaves their home, family, country, customs, culture unless they are desperate. and people are getting desperate either through war or famine or danger or interference from other countries or... with our affluence we lose our compassion, our culture no longer teaches us to welcome the stranger and with our willfull ignorance about our part in climate change and our greed when push comes to shove, our worst nature ascends and we send out helicopters to watch. them. drown. if we think we have a problem with migrants now, people leaving their homes in droves for a chance not at a better life but just for life, then what will we do when more of the world's population is on the move when all the ice is melted, when sea levels rise, when changing weather patterns make once livable areas non-livable? will we move from just watching them die to actively gunning them down? ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-24678572700957063072019-06-08T15:50:13.363+02:002019-06-08T15:50:13.363+02:00I read the whole poem and read the story behind it...I read the whole poem and read the story behind it, about David Oluwale. Human beings leave a lot to be desired. We have the potential to be good, kind, compassionate beings and the potential to be hate filled, arrogant, heartless beings. Most of us sit in the middle, trying to be good, failing at times. But what happens when the dark side takes over, when the majority becomes heartless? We are pack animals after all. None of us wants to be outside the pack, we fear it's anger, it's retribution. We all want, crave to belong; all of us. My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-43631553362105011472019-06-08T15:37:47.427+02:002019-06-08T15:37:47.427+02:00This makes me weep, especially the last stanza.
This makes me weep, especially the last stanza.<br /><br />My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.com