Without concrete signs of divine presence in the lives of the poor, the gospel becomes simply an opiate; rather than liberating the powerless from humiliation and suffering, the gospel becomes a drug that helps them adjust to this world by looking for “pie in the sky.
Communism is the opiate of the people.
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
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