My heart hurts. It’s that deep, soul clenching pain of grief and anger. It’s a lot for me.
Come to me, all you who are burdened, and I will give you rest.
It all started Friday. Paris, Beirut, Iraq, Japan, Mexico… Pain. Suffering. Death. Immediately my heart turned to the family for whom I spent most of three years working. They are Muslim. They are peaceful. They now, once again, represent the “enemy” despite the fact they’ve lived here for years and work so hard to make sure their kids have long healthy lives. They grieve with us. They are ashamed of people using a bastardization of their beautiful religion to massacre hundreds. They are my family.
My Facebook feed became cluttered with opinions and facts and hatred and fear and love… It is just too much for me. I don’t blame the refugees. They have no home. Their country forced them out while others, acting out of fear or an inability to handle the massive influx of population, shut them out. They are the orphans.
On my birthday, a day I should be proud to celebrate in the freedom of this nation, all over governors started saying, “No. We will not take refugees into our states. We cannot guarantee safety of our citizens.” It was as if these people who claim to follow Christ suddenly shut the door on his people, people made in God’s image, people loved by him. Suddenly we worship a “safe” God when he didn’t promise us that safety.
Whatever you do (or don’t do), you do(or don’t do) to me.
Jesus was a refugee kid. The ruler of his home decided he was a threat and decided to massacre the infant boys… Like Pharaoh did in Egypt so many years earlier. Did he stay in his humble home? No. His parents fled to Egypt (oh the irony) until that ruler died.
Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.
I’m not a politician. I don’t know all the inner workings of the government. But today saddens me further as our government shut the borders down, allowing no one seeking refuge from ISIS/Daesh a safe haven. Many are pointing to history from 80 years ago when the Jewish on the brink of one of the worst genocides in the world were refused to enter the U.S.
It’s time for the church to wake up. It’s time for us to utilize our resources in a way that affects change globally. It is time for us to recognize the God we serve is the same God who says the last will be first and the first will be last. His kingdom is upside down from what the rest of the world thinks it should be. It’s time for us to step up and not only take care of the beggars on the street and the veterans who’ve been through so much, but to also exhibit Christ’s love to every one.
Love your enemies. Do good to those who hate you. Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who mistreat you.
It’s going to take time for this hurt in my heart to heal. Sometimes I loathe how tender it is, but I don’t want it to harden, to become calloused. But I’ve learned to be content in all things, and I’ve also learned to dig deep when the pain is too much. He is my rock, my shield, my ever present help in times of trouble. He also holds my heart in his hand and guards it. This pain is probably minute to the pain he feels for his creation, but I feel honored that he has let me feel a little bit of it. It’s an upside down kingdom, remember?