For the last several weeks I’ve struggled to make sense of what’s going on in our country and I’ve struggled about what to say. I’ve always been that girl, that woman, with a voice – never hesitating to speak up for those unable to speak for themselves.
Driven by a keen and personal sense of what is right and wrong, I am one of those people who will refuse to stand silently by.
But, I didn’t know what to say about the wall.
And then, I didn’t know what to say about the ban.
I watched. I struggled. I thought a lot.
I thought a lot about what a powerful motivator fear can be.
I thought about what it meant to be a Christian and how building a wall or banning travel aligned with being a Christ follower.
34 The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God. Leviticus 19:34
I could not reconcile it.
I understand as a momma of two little girls (and recovering control freak) what it’s like to want to do everything within my power to keep my little girls safe. With a husband that works in law enforcement and emergency management, I understand the fear that can come from knowing too much.
I also know that fear is not of God.
I know that God did not create me to live in fear.
I know that God loves my family more than I do. I know that when I make decisions out of worry and fear I am living as though God doesn’t exist; a mild form of atheism.
7 For God did not give us a Spirit of fear but of power and love and self-control. 2 Timothy 1:7
Being a Christ follower doesn’t mean I know it all. It doesn’t mean I get it right all the time. Being a Christ follower means knowing I need a Savior because I am so very flawed and messy. Being a Christ follower means knowing I am living on borrowed time; knowing that I am living because of a grace I can’t fathom.
Being a messy, flawed, Christ follower also means knowing I need some form of instruction and I find it in the Bible. And this is what the Bible tells me:
36 “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” Matthew 22:36-40
I am having a hard time understanding how some who proclaim to be Christ followers can justify building a wall with the divine instruction to love my neighbor.
You see, there is nothing I did that caused me to be born in the United States versus Mexico. There is nothing special about me. I am a child of God as much of those born south of the U.S. and Mexico border. I think of the children orphaned in Africa due to war and disease. Did they do anything to warrant being born there instead of some other country? Are they any less children of God? Are these children any less worthy of a home, of security, of grace?
A good friend, a mentor, and brother in Christ once told me that He thought God was more concerned with my character than my happiness.
I wonder if God is less concerned about the comfort and security of our country than He is our willingness to love our brother?
My God did not call me to live a safe and secure life.
He called me to live a sold out life.
Tonight, watching a sport I only watch once a year, this Mexicana found her voice.
Tonight, thanks to some big companies with big voices I also found mine.
Tonight it started with The Journey Begins and then the journey ended. I am so grateful for the humanity that 84 Lumber showed. Para todas mis hermanas pequeñas.
But the story continued, and even though I’ve never been a beer drinker, I am happy to share a story that celebrates another immigrant journey.
I am hopeful that the Christian community will continue to find their voice . . .