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Monthly Archives: November 2015
Your Monday blessing, from my imprisoned colleague Rev. Fulgence Ndagijimana. He has been arrested and his church in Burundi ransacked by police. This blessing definitely casts my mind to all the wonderful people I met in the refugee camps in … Continue reading
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Samos – Day 2
Day 2 in Samos: It was a fairly quiet night last night, which is not to say I got a whole lot of sleep. A few of us worked the night shift at the port, to be there for any … Continue reading
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Your Monday Blessing: man flies over mountain
MAN FLIES OVER MOUNTAIN, reads the headline, in 316-pt font, on page 1. There is no room there for anything else, even a story, but on page 2 and following an account is given of a man who (and this … Continue reading
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Journal from Samos (with the refugees)- Day #1
Samos Day 1 Today I arrived on the island of Samos and joined the Lifeline Help volunteers already here helping refugees from Syria and elsewhere. I came, with my typical perfect timing, at late afternoon when the heavy lifting had … Continue reading
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Samos Day 5 (Nov. 2015 diary)
Day 5 in Samos Travelling home today. Since I’m assuming you don’t want to hear about the familiar drama of almost missing a connection, or the agony of passengers who have the unfortunate luck to sit next to a Unitarian … Continue reading
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Samos Day 4
Day 4 in Samos It’s day 4, Thursday, and Thanksgiving in America. Though I’m on a different continent, my mobile phone seems to acknowledge the holiday: whenever we drive anywhere on the island, it keeps sending me text messages “welcome … Continue reading
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Samos Day 3, Part 2 (Nov. 2015)
Day 3 in Samos, Part 2 So then it rained, and we all got wet. The end. Or, in a little more details: I ended my last post as a few of us volunteers were grabbing a bite to eat … Continue reading
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Samos Day 3 (Nov. 2015 journal)
Day 3 in Samos: At breakfast yesterday – which feels a long time ago now – several of us volunteers chatted about life, the universe and everything over green tea, right in view of the beach. It wasa lovely sharing … Continue reading
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Your Monday Blessing: let the artists win
I vote we let the artists win the ones covered in paint from their last attempt to smuggle across the beauty of a bowl of fruit the 14-year-old rapper learning to spit throwing life’s chaos on the rhythm wheel uncovering … Continue reading
The Children Herald the Bombardiers
The children herald the bombardiers, as they march through the town, resplendent. The children offer the bombardiers their drawings, their scrap iron, and their kisses. The children step like bombardiers, near the recruiting station (for the children will be the … Continue reading