I saw a news piece on the anti-immigrant law in Arizona. (So much for “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”!)
I ordered a book called Underground America: Narratives of Undocumented Lives from the Voices of Witness series.
Okay, there are: trash, debris, and 2000 corpses lying in those deserts; there are huge health care costs in border cities due to foreign nationals seeking medical care here.
Before we strap on our guns and form our posses, can’t we ask, Haven’t the poor, the suffering, the people willing to die for freedom always come to America? Isn’t that part of our national DNA?
Can’t we ask, what would Jesus do? Isn’t there something in the Good Book about “I was a stranger and you took me in”?
