Not in the pious memories of the infant cuddled in his mother’s Christmas arms or the inert, innocent corpse in a grieving mother’s Calvary arms but in the dangerous memories of a full-blooded Jesus: eating with outcasts, gays, beggars, refugees, the full-throated Jesus telling unsettling stories to the scheming, angry powers that be. A fully loaded Jesus not concerned about property, propriety or purity, the guy they loved so little they nailed him to a cross. Jesus, it’s easy to forget, remind me of the dangerous memories.
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The term “dangerous memories” was introduced into theology by Johann Baptist Metz.
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