The children of others
Are still children. And they are still loved by God.
I felt a real nod from God last week to take myself out of the political conversation and into the conversation of what it truly means to follow Jesus. In the wake of political unrest and the work of immigration enforcement coming out in unprecendented amounts, I am finding it hard to understand how I can express my views without sounding political. Because my feelings really aren’t. I don’t want to say my conviction is bigger than America, but in a way it cares not about America, but more about individuals. It is very hard for me, being inundated as I am cross-culturally, to see the lines of birth that divide us.
So I have to look on people as merely human. Fallible, forgiveable, and loved by a God who is so good he has loved me through all my crap. And I wonder how, or if, things could be different if we could all start to think of the world’s children as our own children. I have not yet born my first child, but I know that I do love those around me, even if it isn’t in the same magical way. And when I was thinking about these young people, imprisoned sometimes for their parents’ decisions, I thought to myself “I cannot condemn the children of others to things I would never condemn my own children to.”
But then I thought deeper, and I remembered very sheepishly that every child is God’s child, and when faced with condemnation Jesus first gives a chance for redemption. Why is this so hard for us, and would it be, if we could see every child as our child, or every human as a human. Fallible. Just like us.
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