The central belief of liberation theology - to provide a preferential option for the poor...providing medicine in the places that needed it the most...
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Liberation theology emphasizes the necessity of prioritizing the needs of the impoverished, advocating for social justice and equity in healthcare. This belief is showcased in the efforts to deliver essential services like medicine to the most underserved communities, reinforcing the idea that the well-being of the poor is paramount in addressing health disparities.
In "Mountains Beyond Mountains," author Tracy Kidder highlights the journey of Dr. Paul Farmer, who embodies this principle through his tireless work to improve healthcare access for marginalized populations. Farmer's commitment to curing the world reflects the core tenets of liberation theology, as he dedicates his life to ensuring that those who suffer the most receive the care they desperately need.
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