

Marx said, “Force is the midwife of every old society pregnant with a new one.” I think of force as more than actions of violence, but a spirit of militancy. It does not require violence, but instead a willingness to do whatever love demands, even if it is to betray one’s ethics. This is out of an intoxicating commitment to the collective, and therefore the revolutionary vision.

Without force, without militancy, without a relentless faith, simply building up dual power is not enough. We will be torn down before we can create a mass-movement. To walk in such authority is in itself a weapon. We need to host within ourselves this spirit of passionate love, in its intoxication, making a commitment daily. We need to accept that love may lead us to martyrdom.

To live is Christ, to die is gain.

What a gift it is to lay ourselves down for the birth of a new movement – and better yet, a new world. What a gift is to know that resurrection can only be collective.