I may not be able to help them all, but I can help this one.
We try so hard to cover it, to hide it. Still He sees. Still He loves.
As crowded as these homes probably already were, I watched over and over again these kind and loving citizens open their homes to those who had been evicted (on pain of death) from theirs. I cannot but help compare the response of the western world that has such a greater capacity and yet continues to keep their doors closed.
The hardest ones to love are often the ones who are not so different…
Where was the Church when Aleppo fell?
Oh the weather inside is frightful…
What if it isn’t safe? Does that change our responsibility? Should that change our actions?