This is a brief autobiography of Alan Cherry, a young black man who grew up in New York City, entered the Air Force in Texas after a year and a half of college, was court…
Thus begins Father Daniel Berrigan’s poem, “The Passion of Dietrich Bonhoeffer,” which in some ways is also a poem about his own passion. On 17 May 1968, prompted by conscience and a courage similar to that of Bonhoeffer, Daniel and Phillip Berrigan, Jesuit priests, went with seven of their friends into draft board number 33 at Catonsville, Maryland, where they confiscated 378 individual draft files.
Sitting back Philip felt the vibration of the train through his feet, and if he leaned forward a little he saw tops of heads and the silver sign that said “MEN” in black letters. The…
The fault line shifts,
subterranean conflict rises.
Granite knitted together
in heat and compaction,
there beyond
the beachballs of our peaceful days
beneath the rubble
of our fractured justice
The sun is four hours high. The air is starting
to stir from the south, heavy and dry with sun.
No, nothing will do just now
but to sit beneath a mesquite tree
in a dry creek bed and look long at cactus.
The saguaro does not sway or bend or mark the breeze.
It has no use. It simply is.
I can look at it until time is lost
and it will not move.
One day last fall as I was getting acquainted with a student who was particularly interested in my Mormon background, the student told of being informed by a religion professor that Mormons weren’t Christians. This…
In areas distant from the central stakes of Zion, the church may occupy a more important position in the lives of members than it does where Mor mons are more numerous. This is particularly true…
As suggested in the preceding discussions, the confrontations surrounding the destruction of the Coalville Tabernacle were so devisive and frustrating that those involved on any side of the issue must have vowed to avoid similar…