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I Hear Hope Banging on My Back Door Part IX: Vision and Solidarity Section B: Community and Justice

Hospitality vol. 14 no. 3   Last month we introduced the final parts of this eighteen month series with the question “What have we heard and learned in the HOPE that raps upon our back door?”  We have learned, we confessed, that Jesus speaks to us in the cry of the poor and his word [...]

I Hear Hope Banging on My Back Door Part IX: Vision and Solidarity

Hospitality vol. 14, no. 2   “Justice is important, but supper is essential”   On a clear, cold and crisp December night in 1956, Hal Beaver hunkered over the Myers Park High School twenty-yard line.  On the command “uagahee,” Paul Anderson snapped the pigskin to Hal.  I darted from the right end of the line [...]

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door Part VIII: The American Nightmare: Fear and Hate

Hospitality vol. 13, no. 10   When Homelessness is hell When Homelessness and poverty are public policy When Housing does not precede life When liberty is a cracked bell And equality is propaganda then Fear is planted Hate is harvested The American Dream becomes The American Nightmare.   So let us listen to the classic [...]

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door Part VII: The American Dream Revisited, 2

  Hospitality vol. 13, no. 9   During the summer of 1990, members of the Open Door Community, 300 homeless friends, and supporters who joined in the jagged journey toward justice lived in the Imperial Hotel for 16 days.  Many others brought food, blankets, songs, legal advice, prayers, and sermons.  Others, to be honest, brought [...]

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door: The American Dream Revisited

Hospitality, vol.13, no.6   Dante’s Hell offers place and stability, and given the coherence between crime and punishment, an interpretive order to one’s eternal agony.  Unthinkable was it to the medieval imagination that a person has no place or that life is absurd.  But on my back porch life often sways that way.  Homelessness is [...]

I Hear Hope Knocking On My Back Door: The American Dream: A Prolegomena

Part VI Hospitality, vol. 13, no. 3   How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? –Bob Dylan   Like Hell –Ed Loring   “Howdy.  My name is Lazarus.  Excuse me while I remove this gauze and shroud from my body.  He [...]

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door: Housing Precedes Life

Part V: Housing Precedes Life Hospitality vol.13, no.1   Visitation   Not long ago I was making a number of pastoral visits on the streets of Atlanta.  I walked up to a vacant lot near Spring and 14th Streets and saw a friend.  George was sitting on a wall that was, years earlier, the foundation [...]

I Hear Hope Banging At My Back Door: Why Homelessness Exists In The USA, Section C: Racism And Classism

Hospitality vol. 12, no. 9   Calvin Kimbrough is an artist, an advocate for justice, and a partner at Patchwork Central, a sister community. Calvin is a great friend and when he comes for a visit, entering by the back door, hope and joy are always flowing out of his camera cases.   Last October [...]

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door: Why Homelessness Exist in America

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door: Why Homelessness Exist in America   PART IV,   Space and Time   I love the name,  The Open Door Community.   God gave us that name just as He gave names in biblical times.  Early one morning an angel of the Lord appeared to me and said:  [...]

I Hear Hope Banging On My Back Door Part III The Hell of Homelessness

Hospitality, vol. 12, no.4   We are gifted because we comfort one another, which is to be strengthened. We are gifted because the servanthood power of Jesus and the prophetic empowerment of Moses comfort us: strengthen us for the journey toward justice and the Beloved Community. We present our bodies in the streets and prison [...]