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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

MR. PRESIDENT, I SUPPORT YOUR DECISION

NOT TAKING IN SYRIAN REFUGEES AND CLOSING OUR BORDERS ISN'T MEAN OR HEARTLESS. 

I LOCK THE DOORS TO MY HOME EVERY NIGHT. 

I DON'T LOCK THEM BECAUSE I HATE THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE MY HOME.

I LOCK THEM BECAUSE I LOVE THE PEOPLE INSIDE.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

AMEN!

Anonymous said...

Well put.

Anonymous said...

well said

Anonymous said...

Exodus 22:20 “Do not persecute and do not oppress the foreigner, because you were foreigners in the land of Egypt.”

Numbers 15:15 tells us that strangers and residents should be treated equally before the law and before God. If we take a step back into the larger context, there are four (four!) different commands that make it clear that the law should be exactly the same for foreigners and residents found in Numbers 15:14-16.

Mark 12:31 Jesus directly quotes Leviticus 19:18 saying, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater.” That’s pretty clear, huh?

Matthew 25:35-46 warns very explicitly that people who do not feed those who are hungry, clothe the naked, or welcome the stranger will “go away into eternal punishment.”

Romans 12:13, Paul declares that the mark of a true Christian is shown in one who is quick to “extend hospitality to strangers.

This is certainly not an exhaustive list of all Biblical sources from either the Hebrew or Christian Bibles that show how strongly believers are commanded to welcome the refugee who is in need. According to the scripture, it is not just a duty but a moral imperative to welcome the stranger.

New Colossus:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied 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, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”