It has been 28 years since I left my abusive husband in the middle of the night. I had a bit of money to sustain me for a few weeks, but eventually, I would become homeless. I know what it feels like to live in terror and to flee from it. For each of us, we must ask ourselves why we are afraid to welcome refugees into our country and into our hearts?
I believe that there are many refugees out there. Even some of you reading this blog today are refugees. You have run away from something, and are essentially living in fear. You may have a roof over your head and even food in your belly, but still you are running from something.
For those of us who are Christians, I would have us recall that Jesus was born in a cave. He was a refugee of sorts, as his parents, Mary and Joseph, were ordered by Rome to the city of Joseph’s birth (Bethlehem) to be registered. In fact, Joseph fled with his family to Egypt when God told him that King Herod was killing all of the first born sons of Jews.
As an adult, Christ once remarked, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” Luke 9:58
During His entire ministry, Christ was a refugee. Let that fact sink in.
If you would be like Christ, as is our goal, then we welcome all who are running from something. “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.…” Matthew 11:28-29
I borrowed this photograph from the blog: Sparrows and Lilies. Read more about an English teacher who has a classroom of immigrants and how she cares for them: http://www.sparrowandlilies.com/looking-into-their-faces-a-reflection-on-the-syrian-refugee-crisis/