May 18, 1997. That unforgettable day will remain in my soul forever. I was next to Chiara when we walked together into the Malcolm Shabazz Mosque, both wearing our chadors. There was a very big crowd.
Sunday, May 18, 1997, was a beautifully sunny, pleasantly cool day with clear air and a bright blue sky. I have a distinct memory of walking from the subway stop to the Masjid Malcolm Shabazz with Fr. James Loughran, a Franciscan Friar of the Atonement and, at the time, the New York Archdiocesan Ecumenical/Interreligious Officer.
The educational power and dynamics of dialogue, inspired by Chiara Lubich, Martin Buber, Paulo Freire
Q&A with Eli Folonari 15 years after Chiara Lubich addressed a very special audience at the Malcolm Shabazz Mosque in New York
After living with the deep wounds of racism, that day in Harlem brought healing.
When I remember that to live the Gospel also means to make myself one with the others, it helps me to put aside my busy schedule in order to play chess with the children or watch a children’s movie with them.
Last year I was elected to direct my department at the university. I expected problems with some faculty, but not with John, the chair whose term had expired and whom I replaced.