A lament for our Dream Act kids…We were the immigrants once. We are the immigrants today. We are the they.
What if…we stopped drawing lines in the sand between us.
What if…we stopped building walls.
What if…we stopped throwing words like grenades.
What if…we stopped using fear to form laws.
What if…we started daring to turn over Temple tables.
What if…we started with the scroll of good news to the poor.
What if…we started to break our Samaritan neighbor world view.
What if…we started to love our neighbor.
Would justice roll down?
Would swords get repurposed as plowshares?
Would children who took a long trip keep their papers?
Would old sheriffs have to keep the law?
What if the kingdom were to come.
As it is in heaven.
Home where you belong.