A homily for The Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe, Nov. 22, 2020
Ez 34:11-12, 15-17, 1 Cor 15:20-26, 28, Mt 25:31-46
My mom grew up in a row house in the Logan section of Philadelphia, where everyone had a front porch and there was no separation among them except for a three-foot-tall brick divider.
On one hand, back in the first half of the 20th Century, it engendered a sense of neighborliness we’re missing in the suburbs these days. On the other hand, privacy was in short supply.
Which meant that everybody knew when her neighbors three houses down got their nightly outdoor checkups on their porch and had to choke down their foul, fishy-tasting medicine.
All because it was good for them.
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