I used to love following politics. Now I hate it.
I hear all of these political candidates and pundits talking about the immigration crisis – we should do this, we should do that. And to be honest, I don’t know the answers. I don’t know what is best for the country or the world or all of our souls… which somehow seem inextricably linked to all of this.
I read this article today. You may have seen the pictures. If you haven’t, be warned: they will break your heart. Or at least they should.
And it made me think. If my family, if my kids, were in a dangerous situation, what would I do? If drug cartels or religious extremists were threatening our lives, would I stay and keep them in harm’s way based upon principle or law? Would I decide that the country on their passport was more important than the beating of their hearts or the promise of their young lives?
We all want to be good people. We all try to be good people. And we can all safely rest behind the fact that we aren’t the extremists, and we aren’t the cartels.
But I wonder if when it is all said and done and we reach the gates of Heaven, if God will ask us why, in our minds, we placed more importance on a piece of paper, a Visa, than the soul of one of his own. Why we thought it was okay that our babies get the best while others die deep in the sea. Why we thought we could focus on more pressing issues because those other babies are far away.
How will we answer?