U2’s America: a promised land for refugees, safeguarded by (filthy rich) pop star prophets, subverted by the wrong sort of elected officials. There are no blue-collar workers and no rural communities
My plea would not only be for understanding and real human sympathy but also for intercession. I cite Job as a model.
My grandfather died two weeks ago, a few months short of his 89th birthday, in the same room where he was born. Most every night of his long life, he slept under the same roof, in the farmhouse where his parents had settled just after their marriage.
In the wake of the inauguration, I propose the following. Churches should create a community-oriented event called the Table. The goal here is to create a space in which political partisanship takes a back seat to human interaction, and thus defuses fear of the political “other.”
The labor and sacrifice of the slum priests gave real moral heft to the Oxford Movement and saved it from the insularity of which it has stood accused ever since.
Something will be lost no matter who wins November’s American presidential election — something more central to American identity than the dissipating mirage of political unity.
Such is the age in which we live: We are expected to take strong, vocal positions on just about everything: from Hamilton and Pokémon Go to serious ethical and political matters.