Cascade Books. 5 pp.
The first time I heard Daniel Berrigan speak was early in 1976 at the Newman Center in Berkeley. National myths were already running hot and heavy during the country’s bicentennial, touting imperial grandeur wrapped in noble innocence. Dan, however, was talking about America in terms of Babylon, reading John’s Revelation and the newspaper synoptically.
I was a new convert to the faith, intrigued by the Bible but aghast at the church, and searching for some version of the tradition with backbone and balls. I left that evening knowing I’d heard a gospel to be reckoned with. I was never the same. Dan became a mentor, true north on my discipleship compass.
by Ched Myers
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