Red And Yellow, Black Or White! Yes, All Children Are Precious!

I remember the day my husband and I, and our two little children, were out driving in a country lane. The children were fighting long and loud. Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. We had tried and failed to make the kids behave so he stopped the car and told the kids to get out. Now, of course he wasn’t planning to go very far, but the kids were scared! When they got back into the car they were little angels and all of us enjoyed the trip.

I thought about those little ones staying in cages along our southern border. Many of those little ones were sold to the drug cartel to take them to America. I imagine the parents thought they would be safe there. Their countries were in turmoil! But, in fact, many of them were sold as sex slaves or killed. Those who made it, somewhere around 65,000 of them were put into cages marked “3 years old,” “4 years old,” etc. A three year old child cannot see his eight year old brother. Not only were the children separated from their parents but now they are separated from their brothers or sisters.

What they are going through is, of course, much worse than what my little ones went through but when I looked at my kids I saw fright in their eyes. What must those children be feeling? We forget abut that. We are making politics run ahead of our hearts. The churches around them are feeding them, and people are giving them clothes and blankets. Those things are fine but what are we doing? We must forget politics and take care of these kids. Sure, we need an immigration policy but right now we need to care for these children. No one has ever needed a loving arm around them as much as they. No one ever needed a warm bed or food to eat as much as they.

You don’t have any money left? You can get down on your knees and pray for these children. God can do far more than we can if only we ask. And if you set another place at your table you’ll find there will be food for at least one of those children. Let’s do what we can, shall we?

After All, Children Are Children!

Just recently, I believe it was on July 6th, three planes landed in a town in California loaded with children, some with mothers. All were illegal immigrants. There are thousands of children living in cages along the southern border of the United States. These children came from countries in South America where food is scarce and persecution is abundant. I heard President Obama in a speech one day quite awhile ago saying that if the children came here they would not be deported. I don’t know if that is the reason so many children have arrived here or not but something must be done about them. I understand there will be over 120,000 of them by the year 2015! and that there are close to 90,000 now.

Pictures or visitors are not allowed now, but earlier I saw a little tyke walking around in his pajamas. I wanted to take him in my arms. Here he was in America where he would be safe, but is he?  I read that there are diseases like tuberculoses and smallpox among the children living in these cages and the border agents cannot watch the borders because they are too busy doing whatever they could for the children.

How would you like it if your child were living in a cage, not knowing where they will be going or if this is what America is like? Something must be done, but what? The government is doing nothing. President Obama went to Texas today on a fund raising tour but he stated he would not be going to the border. The children, many of them unaccompanied by an adult, are all here illegally so I suppose they will have to be deported to their own countries.

I don’t know who got us into this mess. It will cost millions of dollars to send them all home and what would we do for them here? Things must be bad in the countries they came from. I can’t even imagine parents letting their child go alone to find America. I’ll bet there are many stories that could be told by these youngsters!

We surely do need a new immigration  policy in the US, don’t we?  Or should we follow the bills we already have? All I can see in my mind is a picture of the lady with the lamp saying, “Give me, your tired ones and your poor, your lonely ones yearning to be free.”But what can we do with 120,000 youngsters who are here illegally? Most of our immigrant parents or grandparents came here legally and have worked hard to earn their titles of becoming Americans. Should we really let illegal immigrants stay here? That is the question our congress should decided, and quickly! We, on the other hand, must pray, not only for the children, but for our government to make a decision soon.