Daniel Berrigan Memorial
September 30, 2016
St. Thomas More Parish, Kalamazoo
It is wonderful to be with you all on this last evening of September. I need to begin by expressing my gratitude, deep beyond words, for this circle and each individual within it and for many more who couldn’t be here tonight. You are my community and my family, your lives and the friendships we share undergird everything we do at Peace House and not only make our work possible but make our lives rich beyond any measure. Thank you, for everything. Continue reading
By Daniel Berrigan
Some stood up once, and sat down.
Some walked a mile, and walked away.
Some stood up twice, then sat down.
“It’s too much,” they said.
Some walked two miles, then walked away.
“I’ve had it,”they cried,
Someone stood and stood and stood.
They were taken for fools,
they were taken for being taken in
Some walked and walked and walked-
they walked the earth,
they walked the waters,
they walked the air.
“Why do you stand?” they said, and
“Why do you walk?”
“Because of the children,” they said, and
“Because of the heart, and
because of the bread.”
“Because the cause is
the heart’s beat, and
the children born, andthe risen bread.”
re-posted from http://rosemarieberger.com/
1. Call on Jesus when all else fails. Call on Him when all else succeeds (except that never happens).
2. Don’t be afraid to be afraid or appalled to be appalled. How do you think the trees feel these days, or the whales, or, for that matter, most humans?
3. Keep your soul to yourself. Soul is a possession worth paying for, they’re growing rarer. Learn from monks, they have secrets worth knowing. Continue reading
By Rose Marie Berger Re-posted from sojo.net.
“Violence only exists with the help of the lie!”
With these words Fr. Daniel Berrigan and I sealed our fate. It was the summer 1995. August sixth. We’d been invited read at the Washington National Cathedral’s service commemorating the 50th year since the U.S. used atomic weapons on civilians in Japan.
The Cathedral was full. Western light filled the rose window. I was supposed to read an adaptation from Thomas Merton’s scathing indictment of U.S. militarism, the poem “Original Child Bomb,” and the Scriptures for the Feast of the Transfiguration (“Master, it is good that we are here”), also recognized on that day. Dan was slated to read from Soviet-resister Alexander Solzhenitsyn’s Nobel Prize lecture and from Maximillian Kolbe, the Polish priest who exchanged his life for a fellow prisoner in Auschwitz. Continue reading
By Joyce Hollyday
Daniel Berrigan: May 9, 1921 – April 30, 2016
I was a young associate editor at Sojourners magazine when Dan Berrigan sent a poem for a special issue sometime in the early 1980s. Accompanying it was a note that read “Here’s the poem—my first on a word processor. Seems a bit jumbled. Might have got a food processor by mistake.” He was not yet a friend, so I wasn’t familiar with the mischievous grin that likely spread across his face as he wrote it. Continue reading
By Ric Hudgens
When pundit choirs
sing for blood
when hatred fills
our morning hymns
when court chaplains
is the one
is the one
is the one
Glory to God.
Requiescat in pace.
Daniel Joseph Berrigan, S.J. (May 9, 1921 – April 30, 2016)
*Photo: Rose Marie Berger