
My Grandma Bea, me, my mom, and my sister Lucy
Preached by Lydia Wylie-Kellermann at the Day House Catholic Worker
August 27, 2017
Exodus 1:8-2:10
Matthew 16:13-20
As I read the opening piece of the text from Exodus, it feels like I am reading a script from the white men who marched on Charlottesville two weeks ago.
It begins with the Pharaoh naming his fear that the Israelites are becoming too numerous and powerful. He is scared they will out-number and over-take him. He orders that they be forced into labor and when that doesn’t work, he orders murder.
It echoes of the treacherous low-wage labor forced on undocumented folks living in constant fear.
It echoes of a prison industrial complex holding captive more black men today than were enslaved in the south. Continue reading