The blood of the poor stops at our door. The prophet Isaiah says to us today as we spread our hands in prayer and raise our voices in praise: "Your hands are full of blood." Whose blood?
--the blood of men, women, and children martyred in Central America;
--the blood of South African blacks yearning for freedom;
--the blood of the homeless sleeping in the streets of St. Louis;
--the blood of the AIDS victim dying alone because of our fear;