The anthropologist Clifford Geertz explains that one of the most significant aspect of the human condition is that “we all begin with the natural equipment to live a thousand kinds of life, but end in having lived only one.” For me, this one life began unfolding on Home Street in the South Bronx. My immigrant parents, […]
Today we are featuring a poem from our regular contributer, Harold Recinos. When asked what compelled him to write this poem and share it with Anabaptist Witness, Harold responded with the following. – Ed. The Central American immigrant families with whom I engage in ministry come to the United States motivated by a desperate flight […]
The following is a poem by regular Anabaptist Witness contributor H.J. Recinos. He writes: I wrote the poem Old Gospel Hour to reflect on how many churches reject the browning of the pews. I hope this poem reminds Christians to bear witness to their Crucified Lord by crossing the boundaries of difference. The Word made flesh […]
sometimes I go back to the candy store on Broadway to see the old man with numbers on his forearm who tried explaining how he was ripped from his mother’s arms beneath a moon lit sky and taken to a place to weep, to starve, to see many only find death at the end of […]