“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was
thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me” (Mt. 25-35)
Today as we walked across the border into Mexico
alongside the fenced in cattle shoot used by people who are deported every day
from the United States I thought about these words. When we served breakfast to
men and women who had just been sent back to Mexico without money or clothing I
thought about these words. When we heard the story of a woman who had spent 30
days in prison for trying to find a job that would help feed her young children
I thought about these words and I wondered what makes these words so difficult
to understand. They are quite straightforward and yet for some reason we
continue to spend billions of dollars to dehumanize people by building walls,
cattle shoots and detention centers.
Sure we give reasons for doing these things. There
are laws to be followed. This is not their country. They are taking jobs away
from American citizens. They are members of gangs or suspected to be part of
terrorist groups. The list is long and creative. But here’s the thing…
Today I met no gang members or terrorists. I
encountered no criminals. I did, however, listen to stories of survival. I
heard voices filled with determination and hope. I saw tears of frustration
rolling down the faces of human beings who want nothing more than to be
reunited with their children and give them a better future – nothing more or
less than I would do for my own son if I found myself in a similar situation.
And I thought about those words Jesus spoke.
“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was
thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me…Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least
of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.”
I know I met Jesus this very day
sitting across the table from me eating eggs, rice and black beans just across
the border in Nogales, Mexico. His name is Juan.
I have no words... this has touched my Spirit profoundly.
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