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Something in the Water: Privilege and Poison in Flint Michigan

February 18, 2016 | It must be something in the water, they say… When a common trend takes hold of a community. Like a bunch of women in the same church get pregnant at the same time; or an extended family has a big wave of weddings in one summer; or a bunch of houses in the neighborhood go on the market at the same time... In the instance of a small town in Michigan, it is not proverbial. It is no folksy appellation... It is cloudy; it is dirty; it is poison. And somebody, somewhere knew about it and did nothing... What’s in the water in Flint is the living embodiment of white privilege; and a living example of how real and present racism still is in our culture. Read more »

This Love

This Love

February 17, 2016 | The memories were as fresh as the pineapple and papaya on my breakfast plate at Casa Elinda in Santa Clara... I found a hunger for peace that brought people from their stories and wrapped them together in a deep love that knew not only one homeland. I had been afraid of this love when I arrived. Yet, this love called to me strongly... It was a love that called for me to recreate my life in its wonder, in its nonviolence, and in its hope. Read more »

¡Miren que bueno, que bueno es!

¡Miren que bueno, que bueno es!

February 10, 2016 | Swimming in a tidal pool with a freshwater spring bubbling up from below, jumping off coral formations and telling family stories. Listening to reggaeton while sitting on the Malecon. Barefoot salsa dancing. Stories were shared about the struggles of being a gay man in a machismo culture. Translating jokes from Spanish into English and back again. Digging deep into theologies of peace and justice. Talking about learning to be an ally in the #blacklivesmatter and Standing Up for Racial Justice work in the USA. Praying and walking and singing and worshipping and loving together. Read more »

Saturday Mornings

Saturday Mornings

January 27, 2016 | Food insecurity is "the state of being without reliable access to a sufficient quantity of affordable, nutritious food." According to the Food Bank of New York City, one in every eight New Yorkers is food insecure. That’s around 1,000,000 people. That statistic is even worse among vulnerable demographics: one in every five children and senior adults, one in six adult women, and almost one in three veterans is food insecure in New York City. While most of us take our next meal for granted, the threat of hunger is a constant companion for our clients. This is why eight people were lined up outside, over two hours early in spite of the temperature hovering just above freezing. Read more »

BPFNA's 2015 Annual Report

BPFNA's 2015 Annual Report

January 21, 2016 | We're very pleased to share with you the 2015 BPFNA ~ Bautistas por la Paz Annual Report, which shows the wide array of work we accomplished throughout the past year! Read more »

Martin Luther King: Retos al amor

Martin Luther King: Retos al amor

January 15, 2016 | La experiencia del amor resulta ser el elemento más significativo de la vida de los seres humanos. Nuestra humanidad se realiza y alcanza su plenitud a través de una auténtica vivencia del amor. El amor debe ser así el proyecto  fundamental en la vida de cada persona y de cada sociedad. Nuestra desvinculación del amor, sea en el plano personal o social, resultará profundamente perjudicial al desarrollo de una vida humanizada y feliz. Esta perspectiva es central en el pensamiento del profeta negro Martin Luther King. Read more »

Crossing Borders: A Way of Death to a Way of Life

Crossing Borders: A Way of Death to a Way of Life

December 21, 2015 | Twenty-five years ago, on October 24, 1990, I boarded a plane to begin a new step on my journey towards the most significant border crossing in my life. For much of my adolescence the prayer I prayed the loudest was for God please, please to end my suffering; whether that end would come through my death or through a transformation of my life was irrelevant to me, I just hoped for an end. Somewhere in my teens I lost my faith in a loving God that would help me make my life better and began to believe that life was simply a matter of survival, and that God was, at best, nonexistent or, at worst, indifferent to my suffering. My courage to continue living was mostly dependent on the small sense of power I got from the knowledge that, if things got too bad for me to tolerate living anymore, I had the power to take my own life and end my suffering. Read more »


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