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Home›Traditions›Liberation Theology

Liberation Theology Illustrations

God's preferential option for the poor and oppressed, with salvation as liberation from all forms of oppression.

Key question: “How does the Gospel liberate the oppressed and challenge unjust structures in society?”

23,066 sermon illustrations through the Liberation Theology lens

Poetry

To Helen

I saw thee once--once only--years ago: I must not say _how_ many--but _not_ many.

Universal

Edgar Allan Poe

438 words

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Poetry

Joy and Peace in Believing

Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.

Universal

William Cowper

130 words

Poetry

A Summer Evening Churchyard

LECHLADE, GLOUCESTERSHIRE. The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray; And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep...

I got so I could take his name

I got so I could take his name -- Without -- Tremendous gain -- That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul -- And Thunder -- in...

Emmonsail's Heath in Winter

I love to see the old heath's withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the lonely lake Starts slow and flaps his melancholy wing, And oddling crow in idle motions swing On...

Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the sun for thee more coldly shine Because of grave-damps falling round my head? I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read...

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

110 words

Poetry

On Journeys Through The States.

ON journeys through the States we start, (Ay, through the world—urged by these songs, Sailing henceforth to every land—to every sea;) We, willing learners of...

Children

Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run.

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

183 words

Poetry

Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day

If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bett'ring of the time, And...

Moonrise

I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the candle, Or paring of paradisaical fruit, lovely in...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short89 words

Poetry

Peace

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes;...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short99 words

Poetry

When I was small, a Woman died --

When I was small, a Woman died -- Today -- her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac -- His face all Victory To look...

Of a Lady Singing to Her Lute.

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS. WALLER Fair charmer, cease! nor make your voice's prize, A heart resign'd, the conquest of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threaten'd vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once assail.

Love Among the Ruins

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop As they crop-- Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So...

A Letter to Her Husband

Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly store, If two be one, as surely thou and I, How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?

Early Spring

The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease; The polyanthus peeps with blebs of dew, And daisy flowers; the buds swell on the trees; While oer the odd flowers swim grandfather...

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's...

Before The Paling Of The Stars

Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cock crow, Jesus Christ was born: Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world his hands had made Born a stranger.

The Book of Thel. Part II

O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away: Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee. I pass away,...

The Flower of Liberty

WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land: Oh tell us what its name may be,-- Is this the Flower of Liberty?

Universal

Oliver Wendell Holmes

211 words

Poetry

Patriotism 01 Innominatus

BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native land!' Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand?

Hymn of Apollo

The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries From the broad moonlight of the sky, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,-- Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn, Tells them that dreams...

The Reaper and the Flowers

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain?

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

159 words

Poetry

The Jewish Cemetery at Newport

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down!

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

393 words