by Julia Occhiogrosso
From my kitchen window I see him. When washing dishes or preparing the evening meal, there he is. Sitting outside our side gate, underneath the olive trees, catching a reprieve from the summer sun. He approaches and offers to sweep up the debris as a gesture of his appreciation for allowing him to sit in our shade. With limits on the rooms in our Hospitality Houses, this is the best we can offer him.
My husband says that living in a neighborhood plagued with poverty, he often feels like he is an awkward spectator into people’s vulnerability and pain. While the Catholic Worker practice of opening Hospitality Houses in poorer neighborhoods may have its origins in simple affordability, certainly Dorothy and Peter were deeply attuned to the spiritual importance of heeding the Gospel invitation to see and be Christ among the poor and vulnerable in our communities. For the Catholic Worker, this has meant living among them.