We call this friday good

Easter 2007, St. Matthew's homeless shelter, Chattanooga, TN: Larry, me, Greg, Brother Ron Fender Twelve years ago, when I spent Easter with my friend the late Brother Ron Fender, I recited this from T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets:

The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer’s art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.

Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is n...