What if we could see the sacraments not just as rites we participate in as individuals for our own private spiritual experiences, but as subversive acts that emancipate whole communities and liberate those who exist on the margins of public policy and institutions?
So what if we’re missing the point of Palm Sunday. What if it’s less celebration and more subversion? Not so much a shindig as a scandal?
How many of us will tell the real story of Christmas this year? Not the one with the pastoral imagery of white-washed Nativities, but the one about the unlikely delivery of a child to an unwed couple in a filthy stable in a backwater town in a two-bit corner of the Roman empire?