Unsung Alleluias

They will sing no Alleluias in Gaza where 7 humanitarian workers were recently killed while aiding famine-stricken Palestinians and the Israeli attacks continue.

They will sing no alleluias in Ukraine where Russia is dropping bombs on Ukrainian hospitals and civilians and encroaching on more and more Ukrainian territory.

They will sing no alleluias where immigrants are called vermin and are not welcome even though they are fleeing oppression and violence.

They will sing no alleluias in Afghanistan and Iran where girls are deprived of education and women are oppressed by the Taliban.

They will sing no alleluias in Mexico where drug wars and competing drug cartels are devastating the country.

They will sing no alleluias in Haiti where violent gangs have taken over the country and people live in fear.

They will sing no alleluias in Yemen where Saudi Arabian air strikes are causing monumental devastation. 

They will sing no alleluias in South African schools where there are threats of violence, racism, gang wars, sexual abuse and bullying.

We who sing our alleluias in the U.S. and other free countries need to protect our freedoms and make sure they are not taken away by authoritarian and unscrupulous leaders. As we raise our voices in joyful celebration during this Easter season, may we work to free those who are still experiencing threats of attack and discrimination.

 

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  1. Fr. Michael Stechmann, O.A.R.6 April 2024 at 14:46

    I'm presuming permission... planning to summarize this in closing remarks at Masses tonight and tomorrow.

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  2. Anonymous17 May 2024 at 10:59

    You mention so many persecuted people. Yet abortion is the largest human rights tragedy of our time. And you are crickets. Without life no other rights matter. You cherry pick which Catholic teachings you’d like to uphold and choose to interpret others the way protestants do it’s shameful.

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