This week, as I put on my robe, I have the opportunity to consider how just the act of donning my religious clothing could easily be a death sentence. My heart breaks over the beatings, arrests, assaults, shootings and executions being perpetrated against my
brother monks in Burma as I write.
I had never before considered how wearing a Buddhist Monk's robe could be a death sentence... now I know.
I offer incense and chanting for the people of Burma that they be spared further pain and torture simply out of thirst for freedom and democracy.
In memory of those who have been executed on the streets and in the monasteries of Burma, I offer nine deep bows.