We Are Left With The Cross

Fire is on my mind as I scroll through image after image of the grand Notre Dame cathedral in Paris, France crumbling into a burning heap on the banks of the Seine. Centuries of history, religion, and tradition have been lost in the blaze and the world mourns along with Parisians who have gathered on an island in the Seine to grieve and weep together. NBC news reports that a majority of the artifacts, artwork, and other relics were saved. This, of course, comes as a relief to many who call themselves Catholics, Christians, or simply admirers of the history housed there. As the world presses into Paris’ loss, many… Read More

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But the Syrians,

The driver didn’t know where he was going. Beirut is like that. The streets wind until only the sun can tell which way is north, south, west. I do know west. It’s towards the Mediterranean. We stopped once, twice, maybe thirteen or fourteen times. I’ve never wished harder that I spoke Arabic or that my phone would find a signal. But then I sat back. The taxi driver had a small wooden cross on a string with wooden beads hanging from the mirror. “I feel safe with him,” my mom said from the seat next to me, “You don’t just display that in this country unless it means something to… Read More

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