now the question we must ask is…what kind of _practices_ [theology] motivates, what kind of _gaze_ onto others, the guest, the new arrivant, it offers us to carry with us; _not_ who my neighbors are...

It was an awkward moment. We were burning down our host’s house, a situation which any guest seeks to avoid.

Tunazaliwa na kufa. Lakini hatujui tunakotoka. Wala hatujui tunakokwenda. Huenda tunatoka na kwenda katika dunia nyingine, ya ulimwengu mwingine, hivyo kutufanya wageni wa dunia yetu wenyewe. Acha dunia katika hali nzuri kuliko ulivyoikuta.

plus one.” But I did get all worked up, and I spent the evening on the couch, crying.

But still – that is our vocation: to convert the hostis into a hospes, the enemy into a guest and to create the free and fearless space where brotherhood and sisterhood can be formed and...

I’ll wipe a booger on your wall, not only to say I was here, but also to say thanks for having me over.

I have a mansion of an imagination, and I cordially invite you to come sleep in my shed.

Keeping the door that leads to your heart ajar is destructive as univited guests would move in and trample on your feelings, leaving you in great pains, but closing it always is a sure way...