My own children are in bed. Ezekiel calls for “dad” because I was foolish enough to walk back by his room before he was asleep. So I go in for a hug and to lay him back down.
My oldest is not home. She is at her first youth camp. I miss her during our bedtime prayers. I worry about her, but she will be home soon…
I can not imagine how we have come to the point of taking children away from their parents. These children are no different than my own. They should be smiles and embraced as they call “papa”…
While I may not know the exact path forward on immigration, I know there is a fundamental evil in taking a child from their parent. There is no word other than evil. I am appalled. Sickened. Between tears and rage.
I know not what to do. So I pray. I pray for little ones trying to fall asleep, whose parents can not answer their call. I pray God will bring comfort and grace. That God will bring reunion.
For those who could change this, but refuse… even twisting scripture… I pray another word. Because I know Jesus stands among the children.
Matt 25:41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”