In one week, it'll be Thanksgiving, easily my favorite holiday. In another month, it'll be Christmas and as a Christian, this is the holiday that I celebrate in December. If I'm thinking about the story behind each of these holidays, they both involve strangers in a foreign land. America, as it was founded by our civilization, was because of immigrants to a vastly undiscovered land. Our ancestors welcomed anyone and everyone, so long as they wanted to contribute. Christmas, you know that one where Mary and Joseph, are traveling outside of their home, unmarried, about to give birth to Jesus. Well, yah, they also were strangers in this land, about 70 miles away from their home, when Mary gave birth. They needed shelter and sought it, finally finding a place to stay in a decrepit and dirty barn.
Interestingly, the Jesus that was born that night was a guy, who hung around with prostitutes, liars, cheats, anti-religious, differing religions, and so on. He didn't show hatred or intolerance, he preached love, showed love, and was the definition of what I view love to be. Selfless. Sacrificial. Unconditional. This guy was abandoned by his own Father, born to a strange land, not able to pick where he was born or who he was born to.
I'm pretty fortunate. I was born in a free nation, to parents who were well off, and I lived and grew up in a life that was not difficult in the sense that so many people in the world actually experience. Imagine though, if I was born in a place where a battle rages every single day. Bombs drop. Your neighbor gets kidnapped, never seen again, but deep down, you know he's been beheaded and thrown into a pit of bodies, all that suffered the same fate. If you had the opportunity, would you want to leave that struggle? Of course you would.
You see where I'm going here, right? I'm a Christian. It's who I am, it's what I believe, and as I live my life, I hope that it is how I come across to all of you. Not perfect, but one that wants to live in that same love that Jesus showed me as the quintessential example of what love truly is. So, when I open up Facebook over these past few days and I see so many people so loudly shouting back and forth in status updates and internet memes, all denouncing refugees and Muslims, I have to wonder a bit if they've actually thought about how fortunate they are to have the chance to type this from their $800 iPhone 6s+ or Macbook Pro, while sipping a 6 dollar latte. This isn't my Facebook status. It's too long to be that. This is a post, that is on my blog, firmly stating that I'm tired of the hypocrisy. I'm tired of seeing fellow Christians AND Americans not exemplifying the love that Jesus taught us, or the history that our ancestors created. WE are descendants of refugees. We are supposed to show love. This isn't political correctness. This is humanity and if we don't let love win, then evil surely will try to do its best. If I recall correctly, there are already terrorists here in our own land. They're white guys toting guns around our schools, shooting our children. Crazy exists everywhere, in every religion, in every class, and in every gender. Don't forget that. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject Day 74.