This is not a political statement. If I have time, I will write more legal/political analysis of the recent executive order on travel/refugee ban, but this is not that. I wrote this Sunday night when my heart was feeling so heavy.
“Why I’m Crying”
I’m thinking about those who had a plane ticket for today,
finally to depart for the promise land.
Not yet. Maybe later. Maybe not.
I’m thinking about those who received the stamp of approval last week
that they would be settling here in the United States.
I’m thinking about their smiles,
the hugs they shared in celebration at the good news—
but now tears.
Hold on, I care. He cares
I’m thinking about the ones who have never heard the love of Jesus
being turned away by a “Christian nation.”
My heart beats for you.
My heart bleeds for you.
I want it to.
If only they could know, the Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed.
And He himself was once a refugee too.
“The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.” – Psalm 9:9
“Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.” – Philippians 2:4
Edit: I realize I didn’t explicitly acknowledge many of the specific factors that make life in a refugee camp (and life in a war zone) so hard. Yes, I’m moved thinking about the hunger and cold and other dire circumstances refugees face—more than anything. That’s why it must be all-the-more difficult and tragic for refugees who have been approved for resettlement to now hear that such hope is delayed, in some cases indefinitely.