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  • Alégrate, humanidad desoladaAntún Kojtom | Guardian of Mirrors | Tenejapa, Chiapas | 2021

    Rejoice, desolate humanity

    By Carlos Mendoza Álvarez

    In the era of the Monroe Doctrine 2.0, launched last week for the “Western Hemisphere” by the global despot as National Security Strategy From the United States, it seems foolish to talk about joy.

    Some analysts, such as Michel Ignatieff, predict the end of the West along with the the civilizational erasure of Europe. Today, something is at stake. global geopolitical strategy With areas of power divided among the three dominant military and economic powers—the United States, China, and Russia—each brazenly administering a region of the planet for its own benefit, the military intelligence apparatuses of the United States and the other powers are already in operation to control entire populations and their territories through a vast military-digital system, subjugating individuals and nations that choose to oppose the might of the Maga empire and its counterparts.

    The creation of Western Hemisphere Command The deployment of the U.S. military, announced by the Trump administration this week, is part of a geopolitical strategy that has already declared war on mass immigration within its borders. It is also worth highlighting the war already underway against drug cartels, which are portrayed as terrorist groups threatening U.S. security, regardless of the civilian "collateral damage" that this new colonialism will cause, as the Israeli state has already demonstrated in Palestine before the astonished eyes of the world. The strategy of constantly threatening new tariffs that Trump has used in his first year in office has been another attempt to promote a new mode of deglobalization which seeks to subordinate the economies of its "backyard" now called the "western hemisphere" to the interests of the transnational corporations that sustain its wealth.

    The nations that for centuries were swallowed up in the Western Hemisphere during early modernity will now be trapped in the web of the voracious monster's hegemonic power. But that giant has feet of clay and one day it will fall. Until then, the destruction it leaves in its wake will be a cause of desolation on a planetary scale. Such a scenario is what Nelson Maldonado-Torres calls the Great Catastrophe —a concept I develop in a collective book on political philosophy and theology that I am currently preparing for an American publisher— seems unrelated to a reflection on the joy What could humanity expect in this hour of global misfortune? But it is precisely the only place where it is possible to speak of a meaning that transcends the apparent immeasurability of the evil that stalks us.

    Tomorrow, Christian communities will celebrate the third Sunday of Advent, known as Gaudete. The name comes from a poem by an anonymous disciple of the prophet Isaiah in Babylon, announcing to Jerusalem, the desolate city, that the time of its liberation after the exile had arrived: Gaudete Ierusalem,Rejoice, Jerusalem! (Isaiah 66:10). Like echoes of that ancient voice of resistance, the same song could also resonate in today's exiles, with new melodies according to the genius of each era and culture, as in the case of the Palestinian people, whom we will evoke at the end of these lines.

    Christianity discovered centuries later the radical motive and scope of the joy of the messianic proclamation, extending God's closeness not only to the desolate Hebrew city, but to all. messianic communities scattered throughout the Roman diaspora of that time, who have now entered the new era thanks to faith in the redeeming God, according to the words of the apostle Paul (Philippians 4:4-7):

    Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!

    Let your kindness be evident to all.

    The Lord is near.

    Don't worry about anything […].

    And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,

    He will guard their hearts and their thoughts in the Messiah Jesus.

    It is about God's consolation for the little ones of the Kingdom of Heaven. They live in the interrupted time Precisely at the heart of the catastrophe. A way of existing that the dispossessed of the earth experience in their lives in a way messianic, That is, as a power to untie the knots of hatred and resentment in their bodies and territories. It is possible to perceive that murmur of a peaceful present amidst desolation in the Gregorian chant antiphon for this third Sunday of Advent, which is known precisely as Rejoice in the Lord.

    But let's turn to our own time. Who can proclaim such hope today amidst global desolation? Paradoxically, it is the victims themselves who possess that hope. power. Something that executioners will never have because their hearts have been paralyzed and are incapable of opening to joy until they reach the depths of their own desolation and annihilation. This is how Daniela Rea and Pablo Ferri describe it in the book The Troop: Why Does a Soldier Kill? by interviewing hitmen in Mexico who have come to terms with their crimes. In a collective way, the Houses of Memory which promoted in recent years in Colombia the Truth Commission They bear witness to that complex process of moving from violence to peace, based on the strength of the victims summoning the perpetrators, in order to open paths to transitional justice in a country that suffered more than thirty years of war, with four hundred and fifty thousand dead and almost eight hundred thousand internally displaced persons.

    In such experiences of transforming systemic violence from the margins of society, thanks to the persistence of individuals and communities of survivors, it is possible to receive the good news of Sunday. Gaudete from Christian liturgy as a call to learn to live an ethic of care and a summons to cultivate a spirituality of mutual accompaniment among survivors, both processes enriching each other to pave the way for fighting hope.

    Therefore, there is a change in tone in the hopelessness. From the purple of Advent, which symbolizes desolation, we move today to pink, the luminosity of consolation that emerges from the shadows like a small but real spark, illuminating everyone, like the painting by the Mayan artist Antún Kojtom that accompanies this post. other tonality, typical of messianic times, arises thanks to the victims who establish the sorry, That is, the overabundance of the gift. A realistic hope that does not mean blindness to evil and its perpetrators, nor a renunciation of accountability and justice, but rather a reinvention of violent history based on the overabundance of love that recreates the world.

    A new way of existing which is no longer just desolation. Nor mere resistance. But the creation of something new, Amid the ruins, from the scars left by violence, but which are transfigured as a glimmer of hope and joy: “After two hundred and fifty years of the occupation of the white settlers we are still here and that is why there is hope,” said smiling Cecelia Firethunder, shaman and historian of the Lakota people, at the past Re-existe 2025 meeting in Guadalajara.

    It is a joy that also arises as rebellious imagination from the rubble turned into a home by the Sumud or the creative resistance experienced by the Palestinian people who never tire of waiting, as the Tunisian artist sings. Emel Mathlouthi walking through the streets of an occupied Palestine:

    Broken hope

    deep

    furious

    friendly

    deceptive

    that penetrates arduous times

    eternal

    happy

    unwavering

    new

    A hope that fills my life and renews it.

    Thanks to the acts of resistance of the victims to the violence of today's global power, we can say with profound joy, without triumphalism, and with great courage: Rejoice, Gaza! Rejoice, desolate humanity! For the day of our liberation is near.

    Zinacantán, December 13, 2025

    Note: I look forward to reading your comments about possible hope today in the section below this post.

  • La llamada a la itinerancia De Boston a la Condesa y JovelAntún Kojtom | Drop of water in the navel of the earth | Tenejapa, Chiapas | 2020

    The Call to Itinerancy From Boston to La Condesa and Jovel

    By Carlos Mendoza-Álvarez

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    It has been seven months since I left Boston, following the unfortunate episode of academic censorship and the growing risk of criminalizing university research in the Trump era.

    Upon returning to my homeland, I had the good fortune to stay for several months at the Dominican house located in a hipster neighborhood of Mexico City. The liturgical atmosphere of Holy Week deepened the process of mourning and resurrection that such a loss entailed, creating a pause to allow my emotions to settle and prepare me for the next stage of life. The Easter Triduum helped me feel how divine Life flows in the depths of my heart. This perception grew in the following months, thanks to the company of extraordinary people and communities I was able to visit during the summer in various parts of the world as part of my theological service.

    Extraordinary scenes from that journey come to mind, like the gaze of a refugee pleading for empathy, or the sound of the waves crashing against the South African cliffs. I carry in my heart the image of the modest altar—true in its prayerful simplicity and closeness to others—of the Jesuit community in Mapuche territory. The conversations in Turkey with a handful of friars and sisters of the Dominican Order still resonate in my ears, as we searched for signs where today we might recognize the messianic times that are slow in coming. Each morning, the rituals of women healers from Malaysia, Dakota, India, and Kenya, gathered in Guadalajara, rise powerfully from the depths of my heart, with scenes that remain etched in the documentary Re-Existing 2025, lingering like flashes in the middle of the night.

    During several months spent in Mexico City, I was able to glimpse the changes taking place due to gentrification in an urban neighborhood, brought about by mobile populations—in this case, the “digital nomads” from the Global North who displace impoverished inhabitants in the South, while simultaneously enriching the local culture with new flavors and knowledge. In religious terms, as I mentioned earlier, I became aware of the fragmentation of the world of human interiority, which some call spirituality, but which designates a wellspring of transcendence that flows in every person as it evokes Lanza del Vasto in his poetry A Holy Source often desiccated by the vulgar marketing of religion. I was surprised to find in the temples a revival of popular Catholicism of devotions among young people who cling to piety without much interest in the prophetic spirit of Christianity of the conciliar renewal of more than half a century ago that placed justice linked to the experience of faith at the center of Latin American Christianity.

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    And finally, after a wait filled with days and nights of uncertainty, I was able to travel to Chiapas to put down roots and build connections in those Mayan lands in the years to come. I was looking for a “place” to inhabit, or, as the beloved master of the Dominican order, Friar Timothy, now Cardinal Radcliffe, said in his book The fountain of hope, an “ecological niche where we can flourish”, amidst the diversity of flora and fauna of the human condition, another way of describing our similarities and oddities when it comes to living in community.

    Jovel, either land of wetlands and pastures, the valley where the colonial city of San Cristóbal de Las Casas was established, as the indigenous peoples called it, had received the Dominican novices in 1980 when we visited these lands, accompanied by our teacher, Friar Raúl Vera, who even then showed a pastoral zeal for the peasants in Amecameca and for the mayan villages from Chiapas and Guatemala. Since then, a little piece of my heart has remained here, revived by the annual visits to San Cristóbal and Ocosingo with my university classmates from Servandus Missions of the University Parish animated by the Dominicans in Mexico City.

    My several-month stay in Ocosingo in 1994, following the EZLN uprising, is an experience that has left an indelible mark on my connection to the indigenous liberation movement and the mystique that sustains it. This insurrectionary movement had found fertile ground in the work of jTatik Samuel Ruiz, the Wanderer, accompanying the indigenous and mestizo peoples of the Diocese of San Cristóbal de Las Casas since 1961. His conversion to the poor, inspired by the The Pact of the Catacombs. During the Second Vatican Council, his commitment was further solidified by his active participation in the Latin American episcopal conferences in Medellín, Puebla, Santo Domingo, and Aparecida. The Indigenous Congress of 1974 —where the Dominican friar Enrique Ruiz Maldonado actively collaborated on the occasion of the fourth centenary of the death of Friar Bartolomé de Las Casas, the first diocesan bishop of San Cristóbal— a watershed moment would be marked in the adoption of the indigenous cause as the backbone of the preferential option for the poor made by the diocese located in the Highlands of Chiapas and the Cañadas of the Lacandon Jungle. As a corollary to this path, the Third Diocesan Synod which concluded in 1999, as one of its participants, Sister Celia Rojas recounts, would ratify four decades of opting for the poor and promoting an Indian Mayan theology as the most complete expression of the inculturation of the Gospel according to the conciliar spirit.

    Returning to these lands permanently, forty-five years later, now means being prepared to face new challenges that were unforeseen in the last century. One of these is perhaps the situation of migrant Indigenous children and youth in symbiosis with urban culture and digital media, which is generating new Indigenous subjectivities caught between tradition and modernity. Thanks to dear friends like Geovanni Nájera of Semillero 259 Yara and Sebsor of Psicolexia,For example, I'm beginning to enjoy and understand a little more those other expressions of contemporary indigenous urban tribes. Through urban gardens, hip hop and rap, street art and graffiti, among other aesthetic and social expressions, the initiatives they promote are the seeds of something new.

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    An immersion bath in the Tsotsil ecclesial community took place these days in the Parish of Saint Lawrence the Martyr, Founded by Dominican friars in 1545, this community, nearly five centuries later, boasts forty-five villages with sixty churches and chapels, a testament to the vitality of the faithful in these highlands of Chiapas. Here, catechists, extraordinary ministers of Holy Communion, and traditional authorities coexist with youth choirs and women's groups, accompanied by Dominican friars and sisters. This presence was renewed in 1961 when the Dominicans returned to this community after a long hiatus following the Reform Laws of 1857, the Revolution, and its aftermath in the first half of the 20th century, as vividly recounted by Friar Pablo Iribarren..

    A couple of days were enough to immerse myself in another world, with its vibrant symbolic and linguistic tradition. Although I had already glimpsed it as a visitor, a new horizon now opened before me, a chance to learn how to be present as part of the community of friars accompanying these communities. I felt it was a call to continue my journey in diverse ways. It is about embarking on a new path alongside these peoples, with their own unique character, their intergenerational tensions, their expressions of Catholic religious tradition, yet also ancestral, all of it shaped by the tensions between capitalist modernity and visions of other ways of life, governance, and spirituality.

    A major challenge for me will be learning the Tsotsil language and navigating amidst the powerful traditional symbols of the Zinacanteca culture, while listening with empathy to those generations of young people who are transforming the tradition of their ancestors with new ways of life.

    Another significant challenge will be the cultural life in the city of San Cristóbal, cosmopolitan and provincial at the same time, with centers of critical thought of international stature such as the Colegio de la Frontera Sur, the Universidad de la Tierra-Cideci, the Fray Bartolomé de Las Casas Chair in the Faculty of Law of the Autonomous University of Chiapas, and several centers of culture and arts.

    Some novel ideas are emerging, like sparks, to begin a dialogue with the cultures present in Jovel and Zinacantán. The traditional radio program run by the friars in recent decades reached a specific, more religiously oriented audience. But an online portal with podcasts and video clips featuring content on the mysticism of religions, their similarities and differences, or on political theology in today's world that abuses religion to justify genocide, would reach a younger and more diverse segment of the population.

    For now, the content is yet to be defined within the community to achieve the right tone and approach for a theology that is grounded in the street and born from the street,developed through dialogue with people both inside and outside of churches who are willing to discuss their deepest concerns and intuitions regarding the meaning of life, social justice, beauty in so many traditions, cultural pluralism, and the survival of our common home. I hope to soon share some of the first steps on this new path here.

    What will give strength to these dreams is undoubtedly the vitality of today's Mayan communities, in their interaction with other urban and digital cultures. Therein lies the fertile ground for them to flourish in these lands.

    The calls of itinerancy will always be uncertain, but from here I travel them confident in the knowledge of ancestral and modern peoples who will be a light on the path.

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    Jovel, December 6, 2025

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    Note: I would like to read your comments in the final section of this page.

  • Sobre la esperanza en tiempos inciertosSearching Mothers | NTR | Zacatecas, 2025

    On hope in uncertain times

    By Carlos Mendoza-Álvarez

    At dusk this Saturday, the first Advent vigil begins, when Christian communities throughout the world embark on a journey, in the midst of the darkness of time, to receive the human and divine light of dignity and hope that the Messiah brings. The ancient hymn will resonate during the nighttime celebrations, Rorate caeli , whose lyrics and melody are like a lament that rises to heaven from the desolate city, crying out that “the clouds rain down on the Righteous One,” as the prophet Isaiah (45:8) implored during the exile in Babylon.

    Each year, this four-week calendar leading up to Christmas is accompanied by symbols of light, greenery, carols, sweets, tenderness, and community. According to each culture, the waiting period for the Messiah's arrival evokes the awareness that "something is lacking" for the fulfillment of those desires for new times of justice, truth, compassion and peace, not only for a people who arrogantly claim to be the only chosen ones, but for all of humanity and even for the entire cosmos.

    Every generation has seen terrible signs that the world is ending, whether through epidemics that make us feel how vulnerable our bodies and knowledge are; whether through wars waged by empires against emerging powers that threaten their arrogance; whether through the uncertainty of life itself, diminished by age, illness, failure, loneliness, or hopelessness.

    The biblical texts that we, the believing communities, meditate on these days speak of the expectation of the messiah, first with a strong apocalyptic tone that announces the destruction of the corrupt world, reaching the entire cosmos with a catastrophe that will destroy everything because of the human pride that has taken over creation.

    Then, as the date of the celebration of the Nativity of the Messiah Child, a Nazarene, approaches, the tone of the texts becomes more hopeful with the announcement of a God who is near, humanized, small, and fragile. It is the incarnate promise of a divine and human life that begins in complete vulnerability in the story of a migrant family with a newborn baby, trying to survive on the periphery of the empire and fleeing the fury of the local ruler, eventually finding refuge in Egypt, from where a definitive chapter in the history of human redemption will begin to be written.

    However, the collective depression we are experiencing today as humanity due to the escalation of hatred to extremes – which is spreading across the planet in an apocalyptic way “like a lie of Satan,” as René Girard said in an interview he gave me in 2007 in Paris (Hope as apocalypse)– this seems to render any narrative of hope for our uncertain times illusory. The genocide in Gaza continues as the climax of the Nakba or Catastrophe that began in 1947 with the expulsion of nearly a million Palestinians from their lands, paving the way for the creation of the state of Israel in 1948, this systemic violence continues today before our digital screens, met with indifference by social media and the international community. The wars in Ukraine, Congo, and South Sudan have become so “normalized” that they no longer make the front page of newspapers, much less a trending topic in the digital world. In Mexico, public indifference to urgent issues such as the crisis facing corn, lemon, and avocado farmers—caused by the violence in Michoacán—along with the persistent femicides and forced disappearances, speaks to a growing discontent among the population, expressed through strikes, road blockades, and street protests. But the masses seem numb, retreating into bubbles of entertainment and unrestrained holiday shopping, which, among other ills, leaves household finances in ruins for months and years to come.

    Religious consumerism is also part of the overwhelming Christmas marketing, amidst kitschy decorations and echoes of folk crafts used to make piñatas featuring popular characters. It will certainly be present at Mexican posadas, Trump's piñata , which is sold in various markets in Mexico and the United States, will receive blows as a ritual of revenge amid laughter and boos until the cardboard breaks and the blond wicks of the tyrant fly out like shooting stars in some tenement courtyard in Mexico City, Chicago or Los Angeles for the delight of all.

    A few families may perhaps rediscover the “mystical” meaning of the Advent wreath, following the Avatar of Carlo Acutis explaining Advent 2025. This video, which is circulating online, aptly explains the spiritual significance of the ritual of lighting each of the four candles during this season that prepares for Christmas. The light lit each Sunday of Advent symbolizes the "people who walked in darkness and have seen a great light" (Isaiah 9:2), which the prophet foretold to the Hebrew people devastated by the division between the small kingdoms of Israel and Judah, with their leaders corrupted by the idolatry of power, seeking alliances with neighboring Syria to defeat the rival tribe.

    And like a non-place amidst so much noise, creating a void in the midst of the urban clamor, in Mexico the collectives of Searching Mothers (Searching mothers light Christmas tree) will set up Christmas trees covered with ornaments bearing the faces of those we have lost. They are today “the voice crying in the wilderness” (John 1:23) because they speak on behalf of the victims of the narco-state war and the idolatry of the necropower of our time.

    Perhaps this is where the theological core of this season lies: the absence of the Messiah is something that has inspired Hebrew and Christian generations for centuries to mobilize in order to make the messianic times present through acts of remembrance, justice and an (im)possible reconciliation.

    Beyond a folkloric celebration of the coming of God-with-us, what we are about today is going to the other side of history to contemplate there, in the silence of the night, some glimmer of light that announces the arrival of the Messiah. And those who feel in every second of their lives, in every breath—like Vero and Fabiola, mothers searching for their missing children who shared their hope with us in a recent meeting in Guadalajara—the absence that hurts and motivates them to search out of love, are the ones who teach us what hope means in times of uncertainty, the heart of Advent.

    Next Monday, December 1st, the documentary Re-exists 2025 will be presented online (Presentation of the documentary Re-exists 2025), prepared by Uruguayan filmmaker Juan Meza. There, some of the stories of awakening, healing, and embodiment shared by people from seventeen countries and different religious and spiritual traditions from four continents facing diverse forms of violence where it has been possible to spell out hope.

    Advent is a time to continue weaving networks of combative hope , say the social movements on the peripheries of the empire, so that our world does not fall into the abyss. And it is possible to do so by listening to the people who for years and centuries have resisted and now accompany us in re-existing.

    Because there will always be hope as long as there are people and communities who live the end times, so insistently emphasized by Javier Sicilia and Elías González, as the opportunity to enter into another way of existing amidst violence but pregnant with the active expectation of messianic times.

    Happy Advent season!

    Mexico City, November 29, 2025

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