Saturday, May 5, 2012
city of the sun
In 1992, with a small Pax Christi group, I visited City Soleil in Port-au-Prince Haiti. It was late in the afternoon, and I remember the high "energy" - tension, noise - that I felt as we walked down the narrow passageways, crammed with people and smells. We were so barraged by people begging from us that we had to hold onto each other. Something tells me that this is how it was during the actual Crucifixion of Christ: this intensity, violence, despair and suffering.
I often wonder if I could survive for one day (or night) in this place, and what of the people who live their whole lives there, never knowing any where else. My brothers and sisters. Knowing this place is some kind of blessing and grace that touches the soul.
You can read more about the documentary film Mud Pies and Kites on Gerry Straub's blog here.
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