As border areas in the Middle East erupt in violence, we watch in horror as children are hurt and homes destroyed. But close at home, impoverished little ones rush across country divides seeking asylum from the violence they have known. These innocent ones know little of the politics of nations or the battle cry of imbedded histories. They struggle with fear and hunger--this is the reality they know.
What are we to do, we wonder, with the masses of children crossing our borders? And, do we have a role with the wars distant but threatening?
What are we to do, we wonder, with the masses of children crossing our borders? And, do we have a role with the wars distant but threatening?
How does one look a child in the face and say, you don't matter? You who hide under the rubble that was once a home, you who plead for help at our border, you who we do not know--why should we help you?
We want answers, but have none, and so we argue among ourselves--while the children wait.
There is a haunting verse in the Gospel of Luke that reads: "To whomever much is given, of him will much be required; and to whom much was entrusted, of him more will be asked."
To understand what is being asked, perhaps we need to pause in prayer or meditation. Deep within each of us, there is a well of love—a place of wholeness, a place of completeness. This inner space is alive with wisdom and tenderness. And if we could rest in this sacred place for just a short while, perhaps answers would emerge that would quiet our hearts and soften the cries of the children.
We want answers, but have none, and so we argue among ourselves--while the children wait.
There is a haunting verse in the Gospel of Luke that reads: "To whomever much is given, of him will much be required; and to whom much was entrusted, of him more will be asked."
To understand what is being asked, perhaps we need to pause in prayer or meditation. Deep within each of us, there is a well of love—a place of wholeness, a place of completeness. This inner space is alive with wisdom and tenderness. And if we could rest in this sacred place for just a short while, perhaps answers would emerge that would quiet our hearts and soften the cries of the children.
Franklin D. Roosevelt
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