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Last year Advent was a very special time for me. A child taught me, in a way only a child can, something precious, something true about the birth we all await.

We present Fannie Lou Hamer's story as a simple reminder that God's light of love and justice shines in the midst of the most terrible darkness.

The ride to work is a bit different now.

Unemployment. Last month it reached the "double digits": 10.1 per cent of the American labor force is out of work; more than 11 million people are without jobs.

I received a phone call from my younger brother Bill the night of August 5.

Every summer there seems to be one song that dominates the atmosphere in our mostly black, low-income neighborhood. 

Dawn. We begin our trek to merge ourselves with the thousands of other cars converging on the tunnels and bridges that lead into New York.

The Argentine takeover of the Malvinas (the Falkland Islands)

I recently heard a retired British diplomat tell of a cable he sent years ago to a colleague at the United Nations who was embroiled in sensitive negotiations over Cyprus.