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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

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant -- How awkward at...

Universal

Emily Dickinson

180 words

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Poetry

Human Life's Mystery (excerpt)

We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, suddenly, We look up to the great wide sky, Inquiring wherefore we were born... For earnest or for jest?

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

151 words

Poetry

137. Song—Farewell to the Banks of Ayr

THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o’er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor.

466. Ode for General Washington’s Birthday

NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; ’Tis liberty’s bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit...

Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick with its 'Oh, list,' When the angels speak.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

104 words

Poetry

St. Irvyne's Tower

How swiftly through Heaven's wide expanse Bright day's resplendent colours fade! How sweetly does the moonbeam's glance With silver tint St. Irvyne's glade! No cloud along the spangled air, Is borne upon the evening breeze; How solemn is the scene!

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun -- Far Psalteries...

Sonnet 19 - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise

XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead to my heart Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,— As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes The dim purpureal...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Short95 words

Poetry

The Valley Of Unrest

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all...

292. Song—Farewell to the Highlands

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Sonnet 105: Let not my love be call'd idolatry

Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

Says.

1 I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is finally right. 2 I say nourish a great intellect, a great brain; If I have said anything to the contrary, I hereby retract it.

My period had come for Prayer --

My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- Creator -- Was it you?...

136. Prayer—O Thou Dread Power

O THOU dread Power, who reign’st above, I know thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and love, I make this prayer sincere. The hoary Sire—the mortal stroke, Long, long be pleas’d to spare; To bless this...

A Face

If one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pure gold, Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers!

The Forerunners

The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have my brain? must they dispark Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred? Must dulnesse turn me to a clod? Yet...

Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse

is it She, which on the other shore Goes richly painted? or which, robbed and tore, Laments and mourns in Germany and here? Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps up one year? Is she self-truth and errs? now new, now outwore?

The Children's Hour

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, That is know as the children's hour.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

210 words

Poetry

Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich, whose blessed key

So am I as the rich, whose blessed key, Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.

The Rose did caper on her cheek

The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken men -- Did stagger pitiful...

On the Religious Memory of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646

When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load Of death, called life, which us from life doth sever.

To --

When passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last, Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber, dark and deep, I should not weep, I should not weep!

My Triumph

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing, The hazel's gold is paling; Yet overhead more near The eternal stars appear!

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John Greenleaf Whittier

293 words