Call Me Naive If You Will…

Reunite All Children

Alisdare Hickson from Canterbury, United Kingdom [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D

“Due to the fact that Democrats are unwilling to change our very dangerous immigration laws, we are indeed, as reported, giving strong considerations to placing Illegal Immigrants in Sanctuary Cities only…. ” “….The Radical Left always seems to have an Open Borders, Open Arms policy – so this should make them very happy!” –Donald Trump tweets, April 12, 2019. “We are looking at the possibility, strongly looking at it to be honest with you,” said he to a reporter that same day.

How should we in those cities respond? Maybe not happily, but we can do it with humility and compassion.

Not with anger or disdain but with open arms. Not with ire against Trump but with thankfulness that we can begin to respond to this tragedy with Christian mercy. Or Islamic, or Jewish, or  Hindu, or Buddhist, or whatever our personal belief system may be.

Even an atheist like me can believe in a human obligation to assist our fellows–and I do. The Christian tradition I grew up in centers on the words of Jesus and I still find them commanding:

But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also. And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well. If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.

If he does send us detainees, Trump is trying to injure us and insult us. But, unbeknownst to him, he is  also offering us an opportunity to show our better natures. No matter how he sends them, in chains or in cages or as people with some freedom of movement, we can reach out to help them once they are in our midst, doing so without complaint. Instead of railing against Trump, we can act for humanity.

After all, we have something to live up to:

…“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Maybe Trump is inadvertently giving us the opportunity to lift our own lamps….