If a poll were to be taken in North American churches concerning the causes of poverty, the results might be quite revealing.
Dorothy Day taught us what it means to be a Christian.
I always thought I would go to her funeral. I met her only twice, but no one affected me like she did. I was on the road when I heard, and it was too late to get to the service.
The news cut into my Thanksgiving Day and left a sharp pang, reminding me of the continuing crisis that is El Salvador.
In the five months since the workers' uprising began in Poland, events there have been thick with irony.