From August 23, 2019
In January 2012, I made my fifth trip to Africa. It came just three weeks after celebrating the Incarnation of God. Still fresh in my mind was the reality that Jesus was the son of homeless refugees. He was born not to riches, but to poverty. During his life on earth, Jesus knew hunger and thirst, he knew squalor, insecurity, and danger, he knew isolation and loneliness, he knew betrayal and exile. Jesus knew the debilitating destitution of dire poverty.