The Fast That Maria Kept

Every Lent, Maria Dominguez gave up coffee, chocolate, and social media. She marked each day of self-denial on a calendar taped to her refrigerator. She prayed morning and evening. She attended every midweek service without fail.

But each morning on her commute through East San Jose, she passed the same intersection where day laborers gathered outside a hardware store parking lot, hoping someone might offer a few hours of work. She never stopped. She barely looked.

It was her thirteen-year-old daughter, Sofia, who asked the question one Tuesday night: "Mom, if we're supposed to share our bread with the hungry, why do we drive past those men every day?"

Maria read Isaiah 58 that night — three times. "Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice... to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house?"