Cages.
Children wailing. Children screaming for their mamas
and papas.
Children in cages. Little ones.
Very. Little. Ones.
Parents in anguish. Why? Because they have lost their
children. They were holding their babies when someone ripped them away and hid
them in cages. They were holding the hands of their children when someone
grabbed them and took them to...somewhere.
“Anguish” is not a big enough word.
Human rights violations. Oh, yes.
Crimes against humanity. Definitely.
Such corrupt governments who do this to children are
far away. Lands with toxic leaders who leave people powerless and afraid.
They are places where dictators don’t care who
suffers. They are places where law enforcement has gone bad. Really bad.
Oh. Wait. I know the land…
“My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty…”
Liberty.
Lady Liberty “…her name Mother of Exiles. From her
beacon-hand glows worldwide welcome… ‘Keep, ancient lands, your stories pomp!’
cries she with silent lips. ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send
these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden
door!’”
I thought I knew this land.
I do not know this land.
Wretchedness has been unleashed on the Least of These.
What we do to them, we do to Jesus Christ.
So, if you are part of the crowd who loves our dictator
and believes these very little ones should be in cages away from their mamas,
you are the ones who spit in the face of Jesus Christ.
Go ahead. Love your dictator and live in hate.
Don’t be foolish enough to call yourselves pro-life,
for destruction of life is being sown every second these very little ones are
locked in cages away from their fathers.
Don’t be foolish enough to call yourselves Christians.
You do not have the right to wear his name so casually.
Where is Jesus today?
Sitting in cages with the little ones. The. Very.
Little. Ones.
Because when it is done to the Least of These, it is
done to him.
