One of the hot topics of late is the plight of refugees and there is much commentary flying about so I will not show my ignorance by entering into the discussion of what our government or any government should or should not do.
Not here any way.
Not where I voice my thoughts and you are left on the other side of the screen with no voice.
But I will tell you my own personal conviction about it.
I have to ask myself, and myself only, how willing I would be to inconvenience my life enough to take a family in to the four walls and daily schedule of my normal.
How willing would I be to invest in and take on the care of a family in need?
Or even just a person.
One person who needed refuge in our home for days or weeks or years.
And I am not proud of the answer I find to those questions.
Because, while I have not been asked to do so, if I were…
I am not sure my immediate answer would be…
“YES LORD! bring it on! As long as it takes, as big as the sacrifice would be to our comfort and our checkbook and our lives…I would welcome them into our home and help them get the education to find jobs and feed them and clothe them…”
I can’t say that I wouldn’t question all the changes and sacrifice and what-if’s required and talk myself out of it.
And judge me if you will, but I am just being honest.
Which is why I was left shaking my head and wiping tears away as I sat at Panera in October and listened to a young couple share their passion for refugees.
Only they aren’t talking about the ones trying to get HERE.
They sit there smiling with joy and love as they share about going THERE.
Going to a country that you and I would shudder to think of even just having to make a layover in the airport of …. and yet they call their heart home.
They tell me about teaching in schools that have been established for the children of refugees.
And helping provide food and hope and training and support in communities already inhabited by refugees.
About sharing the HOPE of Jesus Christ because it is HIS love that has compelled them to go and to serve THERE.
These kids…and to me…they are kids because the husband is a former classmate and dear friend of our own son…know that these refugees desire to return to their own country some day.
And they want to help equip them to rebuild when they can one day return to their homeland.
Some of these refugees ARE Christians living in a land where they are most unwelcome.
Many are coming to Christ in amazing ways…
and many do not know Christ nor may they ever.
And yet ALL are served with love by these servants of Christ <3
So if you are feeling helpless and wondering what YOU can do…would you consider sending me your email or contact information so I can put you in touch with them and you can find out how you can be a part of a mission group that has been working with refugees for far longer than any of us even knew it was a thing?
“…for ‘Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’
How can they call on the One they have not believed in?
And how can they believe in the One of whom they have not heard?
And how can they hear without someone to preach?
And how can they preach unless they are sent?
As it is written…’How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!’ Romans 10:13, 14 Berean Study Bible
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