Finding Home, Part One: Taking Back the Story

I am born.

 It is 12:55 am on a cold Canadian winter’s night. My mother has labored long, but I have gotten myself stuck in her birth canal, hesitant, I suppose, to come out and greet the world. She births me through a slit in her abdomen, just as her mother before birthed her, and I, thirty-two years later, will birth my own son. The women in my family give life through our stomachs, it Read the rest

there are no strangers here

I come from a lineage of immigrants.

My father and his family left their home in Udine, a town in the northeastern corner of Italy, and made their way to Canada. My mother, born in Edinburgh, Scotland, settled in Canada as well, with her parents and younger sister, when she was only a few years old. I was a first-generation Canadian citizen, born to two naturalized parents.

I myself am an immigrant.

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how Jesus made a liberation theologian out of me

Marx led me to the people, and in the people, I found Jesus. — Paulo Freire, paraphrased

*** Note: this post is my response to a discussion in my Theology of the City class, in which I was asked to reply from a Biblical perspective to the particular issue of the immigration crisis, specifically that of young children approaching our borders and being turned away. The title of the original post is “Salvation for all, Read the rest