There is much debate about immigration in our country. I can’t imagine what it must be like to move miles away from home to start a new life in a new country, where I don’t know the language, customs, processes, etc. And the only job I can get is a job that no one else wants. One that pays minimum wage. Tough going for sure. Both of my grandparents on my dad’s side came over from Czechoslovakia, but didn’t meet until they were in New York. They got married then moved to Caroline County in Virginia, where they heard they could get some property inexpensively. I didn’t have an opportunity to meet either of them, but life couldn’t have been easy for them. Many of us have that story in our history, because as Coach points out, unless you are Native American/First American….all of us come from an immigration heritage.
The Bible says this in Leviticus 19 (NIV)…
33 “‘When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. 34 The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the LORD your God.
How well do we do that? How well do our churches love on immigrants? What could we do better?
Lord, thank you for teaching us how we should treat our neighbor…the immigrant, by putting it clearly in your Word. May we, your church, find ways to love them as ourselves. In Jesus’s name I pray. Amen.
This is the 12th post in a series that I wrote about in a series that I wrote about in a post called who is my neighbor? series. I am reading who is my neighbor? by Wayne Gordon and exploring just one chapter a week. In addition, I hope to post on each Wednesday.