Recently, I broke down and cleaned out my office, including all my "piles" of stuff set aside to read, use and/or file. Every time I engage in this purging process I find treasure and trash!
Much of what I uncover makes me wonder why I ever set it aside.
But, I always find jewels that make me sorry they got lost in my clutter.
Here are words that ended up in one of my journals--
I ran across the darnest quote today. . .it was in Barbara Ehrenreich's recent study (2001) of life for people "living" on minimum wage or slightly above, Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by in America--she describes a tent revival (populated by very poor working people who were impoverished) that she attended in Maine while working for minimum wage as a part of her year-long study of real life in the good old USA among working people:
"The preaching goes on, interrupted with dutiful 'amens.' It would be nice if someone would read this sad-eyed crowd the Sermon on the Mount, accompanied by a rousing commentary on income inequality and the need for a hike in the minimum wage. But Jesus makes his appearance here only as a corpse; the living man, the wine-guzzling vagrant and precocious socialist, is never once mentioned, nor anything he ever had to say. Christ crucified rules, and it may be that the true business of modern Christianity is to crucify him again and again so that he can never get a word out of his mouth (emphasis with underlining mine here--as an ex-preacher, this may be one of the most indicting things I have read about the church in many years--lmj) . . . .I get up to leave, timing my exit for when the preacher's metronomic head movements have him looking the other way, and walked out to search for my car, half expecting to find Jesus out there in the dark, gagged and tethered to a tent pole." (pages 68-69)
Reflecting now on that passage from my long, lost journal, it occurs to me that only someone who understood the cruel realities of poverty could write like that.
Just in time for Christmas
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