Dear Toribio Romo, We think you’re out there somewhere, in a red pickup where water pours from an apparent mirage in the Sonoran desert. People have told us you directed them here. They wear your picture on medals and scapulars with those piercing blue eyes that met those of the soldiers who murdered you in the Cristeros War for being a priest, playwright and patriot. You exhorted the young men of the Los Altos region of Jalisco to stay home and fight for freedom in the wake of the Mexican Revolution, until the government came to muzzle you in Tequila at the close of the 1920s.
I surely would be less enlightened were it not for Art's comments and blog. A gift of insight and compassion belong to Mr. Cullen. Thankyou. Oh, and our Lady thanks you also I am sure of it. Tom S.
Before I left Iowa about 20. years ago, I kind of, sort of, heard ofArt Cullen from my father, a traveling salesman. Now, only because of the Iowa Writers Collaborative, I have the joy of reading this column. So many preachers, political pundits, politicians, and entertainers seek to comfort us this holiday season, but it is Art Cullen of Storm Lake , Iowa who brings us reassurance and hope. Thank you, may you receive the same in the same measure you give it to us.
Maybe because I just heard "Bohemian Rhapsody" on the oldies station, this editorial feels similarly like an epic that weaves through history and emotions and describes how our reality can change fluidly. There's pain here, and understanding, and acceptance as well. And some imagery I'm not familiar with. I'm going to have to read it a few more times. Thanks.
I surely would be less enlightened were it not for Art's comments and blog. A gift of insight and compassion belong to Mr. Cullen. Thankyou. Oh, and our Lady thanks you also I am sure of it. Tom S.
Before I left Iowa about 20. years ago, I kind of, sort of, heard ofArt Cullen from my father, a traveling salesman. Now, only because of the Iowa Writers Collaborative, I have the joy of reading this column. So many preachers, political pundits, politicians, and entertainers seek to comfort us this holiday season, but it is Art Cullen of Storm Lake , Iowa who brings us reassurance and hope. Thank you, may you receive the same in the same measure you give it to us.
Maybe because I just heard "Bohemian Rhapsody" on the oldies station, this editorial feels similarly like an epic that weaves through history and emotions and describes how our reality can change fluidly. There's pain here, and understanding, and acceptance as well. And some imagery I'm not familiar with. I'm going to have to read it a few more times. Thanks.
Thank you for this, Art. Profound in its simplicity and obviousness.