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“We wish therefore and prescribe, that all observe the law of the Church, and that at home or in the church they shall always wear the cassock, which is proper to the clergy. When they go out for duty or relaxation or on a journey, they may use a shorter [coat] which is to be black in color, and which reaches to the knees, so as to distinguish it from the dress of the laity. They should reject the more elegant and worldly styles of garments, which are found today. We enjoin upon our priests as a matter of strict precept that, both at home and abroad, and whether they are residing in their own diocese or outside of it, they shall wear the Roman collar.”
— Third Plenary Council of Baltimore (1884)
A Taste Of Burj Hamoud
published 18 July 2010 by Corpus Christi Watershed

Burj Hamoud is a huge neighborhood in Beirut. It’s not very wealthy, but it’s full of life and excitement. It’s mostly Armenian, but it is also home to immigrants from all over the world. Here you can find Indians, Ethiopians and Mexicans. Well, there aren’t very many Mexicans. Just myself. Although I’m really American. At any rate, I love Burj Hamoud. Check out below some excerpts from an outdoor Maronite mass that I filmed while living in Burj Hamoud:


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The mass took place in front of a statue of St. Rita because it was on St. Rita’s day.

Why did I choose to live there? Because I wanted to get a taste of something interesting and real, and not live the life of a tourist. I stayed with the Tanios family: a family of Maronites who came to Burj Hamoud from the mountains to flee violence during the Lebanese civil war of 1975-1990.

The first night that I slept there, I heard booms and bangs. I thought that a war was starting. Turned out it was just fireworks because someone, somewhere in the neighborhood was celebrating something. I asked Angel, my host mom: “it’s so loud at night! How do you know when there’s a war?” “Oh, you’d know,” was her reply. See the fireworks at the end of the above video. This was in celebration of St. Rita’s day.

Every morning I woke up and walked through the neighborhood, enjoying the very public nature of social interaction. In the U.S., so much of what we do happens individually and behind closed doors. In Lebanon, and especially in a place like Burj Hamoud, people are out on the streets. Buying, selling, having coffee in impromptu social get-togethers. Playing cards, backgammon, running daily errands. A guy with a vegetable cart, shouting slogans to entice buyers. A woman who lowers a basket from a high balcony to collect the vegetables. Kids playing soccer. All this in a public space.

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