Newness.
Nothing seems new as nothing changed after Newtown, CT., at the slaughter of my young sisters and brothers that still wrenches my heart and soul.
Immigration policy limps.
Nothing new.
Nothing.
Nada.
Bullying and discrimination with hate crimes still abound.
Jews and Catholics could lovingly rise up against so many Americans who have little regard for our Muslim sisters and brothers.
Deeper dialog.
Still, nothing.
No newness.
The sun will rise this dark and dreary Easter Sunday season through Pentecost's fire fueling strength to love God and neighbor.
To be on God's side as President Lincoln hoped.
To take God's side.
Newness.
A new, fresh sun, and darkness inevitably will come sooner or later.
Humble, simple surrendering before God is the NEWNESS I will encounter in the stranger, in washing the feet of inmates, including women, and Muslims.
Newness.
After a dry stream much of my years as a priest, a NEWNESS rises like the ON THE RISE BAKERY sponsored by the Capuchin Soup Kitchen. It is located on Gratiot at McClellan in Detroit.
On the rise.
Newness is also.
A blessed Easter.
Be in touch with newness this night and day and all the minutes in between.
Much like Aline Irvine, a wise elder who seems so full of newness each time I meet her.
Newness.
Be it.
We need it.
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