Monthly Archives: May 2010

In Light of Wednesday “Breadlines”

“Every one of us who was attracted to the poor had a sense of guilt, of responsibility, a feeling that in some way we were living on the labor of others.  The fact that we were born in a certain environment, were enabled to go to school, were endowed with the ability to compete with others and hold our own, that we had few physical disabilities00 all these things marked us as the privileged in a way.  We felt a respect for the poor and destitute as those nearest to God, as those chosen by Christ for His compassion.  Christ lived among men.  The great mystery of the Incarnation, which meant that God became man that man might become God, was a joy that made us want to kiss the earth in worship, because His feet once trod that same earth.

“He had set us an example and the poor and destitute were the ones we wished to reach.  The poor were the ones who had jobs of a sort, organized or unorganized, and those who were unemployed or on work-relief projects.  The destitute were the men and women who came to us in the breadlines and we could do little with them but give what we had of food and clothing.  Sin, sickness and death accounted for much of human misery.  But aside from this, we did not feel that Christ meant we should remain silent in the face on injustice and accept it even though He said, ‘The poor yet shall always have with you.”

Dorothy Day, The Long Loneliness

Good Ones

Afternoon is Fading

New seasons come and at the beginning I think they will change everything.  The sun!  It changes everything.  And today is rainy, which changes everything.   It was hard to get out of bed this morning.  My two perfect blankets keeping me warm, and my groggy cognizance of drizzle and thunder.  A perfect spring morning, and a perfect way to not have to water the garden.   Alas, rain does not water our chickens’ watering fountain.  And (un?)fortunately it does not rain poultry pellets to fed them with.  Ha!  Gross.

Looking forward to the summer.  A new way to spend some of my AmeriCorps hours– gardening with first-time non-violent juvenile offenders on the east side.   This is a welcome break from my most-challenging year running an after-school program.  Produce from our harvest will be donated to the Community Kitchen on Ohio Ave.

I haven’t been playing my ukulele much lately.  It just hangs on the wall reminding me that I’m leaving it unfinished, unattended.  Perhaps today I will take it out to the porch and reconcile myself to it in the company of the raining symphony.  Maybe I could hear the drops on the coop tin roof.

Jonny and I are sort of planning a small harvest wedding, but really we’ll probably just end up getting married barefoot in the woods somewhere.