Reading about the ban on immigrants and refugees, my heart, like many of yours, mourns. For the people we are turning away and for the posture our country is taking toward outsiders.
Toward innocent ones forced to leave their homes to escape life-threatening traumas.
As I see pictures and hear stories of these desperate men, women and children, I cannot help but see the faces of the dozen foster children who have come through our doors. The dozen innocent ones forced to leave their homes to escape life-threatening traumas.
Needing a haven. A home.
The ask is straightforward. And yet anything but simple.
Can we welcome these strangers?
It’s easy to feel as if “yes” risks self and safety.
Because it does.
It puts in jeopardy our self-focused view of the world. And our ignorance of the pain around us.
By all means, I’ve lost myself by opening my doors. And I still have a heck of a lot of losing to do.
The risk is real. But worth it.
Not because of what we might lose or gain. But because every one of these innocent lives is worth more than the ifs or buts or maybes I can muster.