The Gospel pictures our coming before Jesus on Judgment Day. He might say to you, “Come blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. I was a stranger, and you welcomed me.”
Then you will say to him, “When were you a stranger, and we welcomed you?”
And he will say, “Whenever you welcomed the least brothers of mine, you welcomed me.”
Yesterday’s paper pictured workers in a Turkish cemetery, pictured men working full time burying nameless men, women, little boys and girls who drowned while fleeing bombardments in Syria.
The paper quoted a thirty-five-year-ole school teacher who said, “We held out as long as we could, but we had no choice but to leave.” He headed off with his wife, and his ten, eight, and six-year-olds. “The next thing we knew the boat had capsized, and we were all out in the freezing water.” His wife on to two of their children and attached life jackets, but none of them coils swim and the strong current caused them to just drift away.
In 1942 Americans went to Europe to save families threatened by the Germans; but now, while the Germans have welcomed more than a million strangers, we don’t want them in the “Land of the Free.”