As the migrant crisis grows in our country, we have chosen to shuffle them around to other areas in the country, like a game of hot potato.
These local governments overlook that they are people with hopes, children with dreams, and families with aspirations, unlike any American.
So why are we throwing them away?
Please spare me the political debate. I know it like the back of my hand.
But DO NOT spare me the words and actions of empathy.
We are so blinded by the narrative of thought…
That we have overlooked the narrative of the heart!
I am saddened and grieved by the lack of compassion our country continues to demonstrate in the name of a “political” ideology toward those who are fleeing for their lives.
We have decided that along with securing our borders, we must secure our hearts from showing an ounce of brotherly love.
I am well aware of the many who flee into our country without the appropriate documents, yet their inability to sustain their “legal status” is not the migrants’ problem but OUR problem, OUR broken system.
Let’s face it we’d rather point fingers than fix what is broken!
We’d rather judge and criticize the migrant than recognize their need!
We’d rather eat our vegetables than pick them ourselves!
As long as our country continues to be narcissistic, we will operate in brokenness and continue to throw people away.
If we cannot house our homeless, feed our hungry, employ the jobless, foster our orphans, remove guns from our streets, keep our oceans clean, secure neighborhoods, address the pandemic of drug overdoses, identify mental health as an illness, address the devastation of suicide and heal our sick…I imagine that our country cannot receive a migrant.
The burden is too great.
While Americans fight over who is “right,” we overlook who is “hurting”.
Thank you to those Americans who refuse to be characterized by the worst of our country.
God have mercy.
God bless you.
God HELP America!
“For I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger, and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes, and you clothed me, I was sick, and you looked after me, I was in prison, and you came to visit me.’ Matthew 25:35-36