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| Panel: Los tres reyes magos by Angelo Romano |
The day of Epiphany. Anna
is in to talk about various things in her life.
Zeljko, Sekou and I visit on Skype connecting Boston, New York
and Nis, Serbia. Talking about the next steps in pulling together Zeljko’s
Dream project.
I enjoy thinking about what the three of us might be able to pull together.
Plus Zeljko has connected with a colleague of Uli’s in Berlin and her work with
Palestinian and Israeli mothers.
My Dream Is, trailer
As
for me, it’s comforting to hear the pounding feet of flamenco in the studio and
the entrancing sounds of ETHEL weaving their way from the balcony.
And
then there is Rachel. She has been here all day. Does not want to leave. It is
bitter old. Brutal cold. I can’t let her stay here alone. But I don’t want her
to freeze to death either. I’m off to meet my friend John from Atlantic City
and PHEWA. I’m taking him with me to the Hispanic event the mysterious Angelo
invited me to. It will turn out to be a gathering of the business and political elite of the
Latino community gathered for their annual
Three Kings Day celebration. Angelo is trying to rally support for the Casa
Puebla consulate. My friend Bernardo and El Taller is in the same building.
Helen our new council member will be there. And Manhattan President Gale. And
Comptroller Scott Stringer. And Public Advocate Letitia. And the probable speaker of City Council Melissa. That’s three of the four top political positions in
the city of New York. And the top, the Mayor, rumored to be on his way. My pastoral
colleague K and I will try to exegete this gathering as we ponder the growing
influence of Pentecostals in the Latino social justice movement. There is this
matter of world view. And trust. As my friend John says, it’s the difference
between justice as a means and justice as an end with intrinsic value of its
own.
Later, at the Gate, watching the BCS championship between Auburn and Florida State, I’ll be haunted
with the image of Rachel walking down the street. And wondering about her where
abouts. John takes a drink and sighs, Let her stay at the church. Just
overnight. Until it's above freezing.
I
can’t do that. Liability..precedent…
John
looks at me. Sighs.
She
has options. She keeps refusing help…
He
looks at me again.
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| Detail: Los tres reyes by Angelo Romano |
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