If you haven’t seen it, the picture is of a dead child holding on to her dead daddy’s neck as they died together trying to cross the Rio Grande.
You probably haven’t seen the picture taken hours before they died of the young mother, two toddlers, and an infant that died the same way.
I have books full of pictures of dead people from where these people are fleeing , but I won’t post them either.
I won’t post them because the end of a persons life doesn’t tell the story of the person or why they died as they did…it just strips away the last vestiges of whatever dignity they tried to live life with.
Cameras can’t capture the image of God on the deceased that can only be seen by faith.
I won’t post them because the objective in posting them would be to shame people and smear the image of God in them while trying to shine it up on me.
There are days when I wish America was a Christian nation.
Maybe then, Franklin Graham would call for a day of prayer for the souls of those dying to come here.
Maybe then, Greg Laurie and the rest of the “court evangelicals” would be trying to bring a compassionate, Christian perspective on this issue to the President and to their congregations.
Maybe then, those of us who despise this President would pray for him as we ought.
More importantly than all that, maybe we as people who claim Christ’s name would speak to each other as family and would seek the mind of Christ to bring the heart of Christ to bear on this crisis.
That’s not going to happen.
We’re not a Christian nation and Christians are separated by politics and tribe as much as doctrine or geography.
Some of us think Jesus would find ways to show great compassion to migrants, others think He would throw on a Border Patrol uniform and help round them up.
Our morality condemns abortion and homosexuality and sometimes people who die trying to cross our line.
Those who believe that Jesus is the God of the poor and oppressed are condemned by those who think He’s more concerned about the rule of law… and vice versa.
Our Christianity is about getting saved and keeping the law, or about extending the kingdom and sacrificial love, but rarely both.
We are starting to hate each other in Jesus name, amen.
We can’t hear each other anymore, nor do we want to.
We’re all just clanging cymbals that people floating face down in a river mercifully can’t hear anymore.
You would think that people full of the Holy Spirit could do better.
We can’t or we won’t.
They will keep coming, they will keep dying, and we will keep fighting with each other while they do.
The Spirit wrote Ichabod.
We noticed neither.
Make your own application…