Resist in Peace

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Right now there is so much happening in our world. And resistance seems to be the theme of much of our actions and efforts. There is no doubt that many of these issues need our resistance (and persistence) — issues like standing up for refugees, protecting the rights of our LGBTI communities, the rights of laborers to organize, the reproductive rights of women and families and the rights of all of us to speak up and participate in our democracy. And yet, there is another reality that we must bring in to our efforts — Continue reading

The Healing Power of Listening

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I know you join me in sending love to Brussels…and to Istanbul, Afghanistan, Yemen, Ankara and all the other places where victims of terrorism suffer. The media are quick to cover the western nations and communities being hit by terrorism. They are not so quick to cover the hundreds of Muslims in communities around the world being targeted. Regardless of background, religion, class or country, terrorism is an unfortunate reality of our world. Continue reading

Making Peace

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On Monday, I got to witness a few baby steps toward peace in the midst of heated argument, fear and anger. I attended the rally against refugees held at the courthouse, where a few brave counter-protesters turned up to support refugees and a world where we are all just humans. There were definitely two camps of opinion. But there were times when those two camps came together to talk and often to recognize each other as fellow humans. Continue reading

Human Rights

Dear friends,Human Rights Day 2015

In 1948, the United Nations dedicated December 10 as a day to celebrate a Universal Declaration of Human Rights – freedom from fear, freedom of speech, freedom of worship and freedom from want for all people. These are the ideals we work toward in a world troubled by hatred and fear of what is different and unknown. Continue reading